If you go out in the woods tonight...

Cold as it was, Gil wandered. Something wasn't exactly... right. As of late, howls had been going off along the shores. Thankful he had moved his family to the isle, he knew they were safe. But it still picked at the back of his mind. Who? What were they doing? What did they want? He wanted answers. Needed answers. So he left. Swimming across the freezing water until his paws hit the fine black sand of Obsidian Beach. Familiar in the sense that he missed it, but also didn't at the same time. Continuing north, he tried to pick up that unfamiliar scent trail. Wolves that belonged to no one. Prints that faded all too quickly. Frustration grumbles in his chest as he passes through the mists of the Soulless Forest.

Here everything is spooky. Shadows lengthen, light dims, creatures rumble. Trying to keep his wits about him, Gil continues forward. Winding his way deeper into the forest until he loses the trail. No more prints, no more scent, the trail dying out as howls cease to echo over the canopy. Swearing under his breath, he stops for a moment, glancing around. Was he alone? Forcing himself to be still, his fur quickly stands on end as a call reaches through the branches of the winding trees. Both ears flick forward. Maybe the one beckoning him will have an answer.

Slowly pushing through the fog, Gilgamesh turns along the bend until he comes into a clearing. There he spies a wolf who is picking cannabis buds. His head tilts gently as he watches her silently. Was she the one requesting the company? It did not appear that she needed any or was in trouble. Letting out a low chuff, he approaches carefully, all senses on guard as he comes to a stop. "Do you require help?" Gil asks softly, his deep tenor breaking the silence.