Nothing but air

His legs were restless as he wandered west of the isle. Wanting to feel warmer weather, he headed toward where he knew the land of sand would lie. Not that he particularly cared to be around more sand than he already was, but the arid temperatures and barren landscapes hardly ever got as cold as his own home. With no true destination in mind, Gil wandered while his mind went over pack things. Menial stuff that he knew he needed to bring up at the next meeting. Traveling out here was definitely a much-needed break.

Something ended up breaking him from his reveries. Coming to a stop, he tilts his head as a small green form hops and scurries around the sandy landscape. His brow scrunched as he watched the tiny wolf. Clearing his throat, he follows along behind her slowly. "Need help?" Gil asks quietly in case she's hunting something particular.