The clock is ticking faster, as we live

A silken-coated female with a regal slither to her step draws Gil's gaze away from the crowd. He watches her approach Sirius and Artorias to sit beside them and that was it. No greetings to the rest. His brow furrows a moment, wondering what made her so high and mighty compared to the rest of them. Pursing his lips together, Gilgamesh turns his attention away from the Ashen Empress and back toward the newly crowned Alpha, Beauregard Ravenwood of Norad. Interesting names, but Gilgamesh was not one to judge. Raider's Hollow was simple and straightforward. He wanted them all to know what they were about, duh.

Instead, he listens and his smirk grows. So the man wanted to brawl, huh? Maybe he would like this new Alpha after all! Honestly, though his rivalry with Armada was misguided (and really had nothing to do with him outside of his own shenanigans), Gil probably would get along with most of the leaders across the lands. Yet, he had an image to uphold and if this was a chance to cement it, he wouldn't miss it. Stretching out his own muscles and coming to a standing position, he approaches Beauregard with a curious expression and lighthearted smile. Pausing before the new Alpha, Gil's gaze wanders, assessing, planning.

"And what may your terms be?" He asks, staying on his toes just in case the boy wants to surprise him instead.