The clock is ticking faster, as we live

The day's journey from the isle to the western plains had easily kept his body warm. Muscles fluid and ready to move, Gil did his own micro adjustments as he focused on Beauregard. His brow quirks slightly as his lips twitch, hinting at a subtle smirk as the man spoke. Ah, so he would give him the choice of ferocity. For a moment, his yellow goat-like gaze flickers to the other alphas. The Warlord, the Shadow, the Empress, the Aegis, and the Princess were still sitting, waiting, watching. Would they join? Should he be prepared for them to jump in at any moment? He doubted the females and Warlord would spend the energy, but Shadow and Aegis... Hmm, they might find something like this entertaining.

Considering his options, Gil's gaze moves back to Beau. The hair along his spine begins to bristle around the blue crystals as he widens his stance ever so slightly. Keeping his head high but chin slightly tilted, he lets out a chuckle. "I enjoy the enthusiasm," he replies, humor in his tone. "Let us keep it easy this time and perhaps next time we meet, there will be more at risk," Gil winks right before launching his lithe frame forward. Paws stretch out and hit the frozen ground with power as he runs at Beau. His eyes never leave his opponent, Gil is always calculating and considering his options. Years of fighting have made him better, smarter, and wiser.

As Gil nears Beau, he dips to his left side and allows his weight to move fluidly. Using the momentum of his legs to shift, he shoves his weight back toward Beau hoping to have more impact, and slams into Beau's right shoulder. In the same instance, as he steps toward Beau with his shoulder forward, he reaches out with his fangs extended and his jaw opened. Aiming to grab ahold of Beau's scruff, he hoped to keep his opponent within close quarters.