so this is home

They had arrived with as much hurry as his companion could muster. The moment that the raft touched sand, lurching slightly, Gil was moving. His paws hitting the sand and moving through the rasping grass begging for winter to pass. He didn't look back to make sure Urtur followed. Didn't need to. They were home now and it was time to find someone to help. Gil tilts his chin up to the sky, letting loose a harrowing howl that meant now. No one would ignore the call that echoed over the dilapidated building. Well, he couldn't call it that anymore.

With all of their efforts, broken windows had been swept away, falling doors had been removed, and light allowed to fall in through the growing vines. Lowering himself through the doorway carefully, he moved with haste. Up the crumbling stairs, down the hallway, his goal to end up at the small room across the hall from his own. There he knew no one would bother her. Not unless he approved of it.

Once there, he leans again so he can move through the doorway without bumping her against anything potentially hazardous. There he kneels down and allows her to slip from his shoulders onto a small pile of old furs. He would get her new ones once he had time. Moving with purpose, Gil starts a fire with supplies left by the fireplace. Whoever had built this place had expected the winters to get cold. Or it was for decorations - whatever it was, they served a purpose now.

Twilight was shifting into night as the moon lifted high into the sky. Guided by that gentle ray of light, he turned back to Jael. "I will be back," he tells her, his eerie gaze lingering on her for a moment, a gaze to tell her don't move. Gil leaves then, heads across the hall to his personal room that he shares with his wife. Modesty acknowledges him, but with the puppies still at a young age, she barely lifts a brow at his rustling through her belongings. As long as he answers her beck and call, he knows she won't make a fuss. After he obtains what he needs, he practically glides over the tile floor back to the room across the hall.

"You will need to stay still," Gil says as he comes back over to Jael. Sitting beside her, he pulls the bag of supplies in front of him. With what little he knows of healing, he hopes what he does will be good enough until he can find someone with better knowledge.

"speech"