Chewed up and Spat Out

Seeing the tears stream down his daughter's face put forth a fury in his chest that he could not ignore. He felt the heat build in every inch of him as he pulled his daughter closer. As much as it may hurt, he needed to comfort her. To allow her tears soak into his fur so he could make everything okay. While she stuttered out her words through the bubbling sobs, he rested his nose against the top of her head. Closing his eyes as he hid the trembles of rage, he listened.

Her dream sounded all too real. Though there was a volcano on Boreas, it would not as active as the one she described. He glances then at her burnt leg and has to tense his paws. Forcing himself to hold back from reacting as she continued to tell him of this dream. How had this happened to his baby girl? Clenching his teeth together, Gil has trouble holding back his emotions. His heart feels as if it will burst.

It is then that she speaks of the man in the cloak with the fireflies. Suddenly, every hair on his body stands on end. That mother fucker. When she asks what happened, he scoops her even closer into his chest and runs a paw gently down her back. "Was he the one who hurt you?" His voice is a hoarse whisper, pure hatred seething in every syllable as he lifts his gaze from Siduri to the island they lay on. "Did. He. Hurt. You?" Gil asks again through the tremble of anger. He would send her with Urtur if he needed to. He would hunt down that mother fucker to every corner of the world if he had to. The mysterious figure of everyone's nightmares would perish if he had anything to say about it.