the grand tour

He barely hears the mumbled prayer into his fur. The idea of Modesty being vicious humors him. If anything, Modesty despised the idea of getting dirty. One hair out of place and she would be more disgruntled than learning he had someone else. But he understood why Jael would be cautious, worried, scared. After the last twenty-four hours, they had been through a lot. Gil couldn't deny the flame that crackled between them. That tension, that pull, it was as if he had been waiting for her his whole life. Now, don't get him wrong. He loves his wife. Gilgamesh, the Raid King, is a fucking simp for his gorgeous wife, but... Jael. Jael was something different. He could protect her in ways that he would never need to do for Modesty.

The thought lingers in the back of his head as they continue to move along the beach toward the far side of the isle. She asks if they can see the further reaches of their lands and into Boreas. He needed no time to consider an answer. "When you are healed," he answers, almost a little tensely. Unlike Jael, Gil knows what lingers out there. If she can't run, she would be at too much risk. She had to be able to at least do something if they were to come across a predator or worse... another wolf. He has to remind himself not to bristle at the thought as he remembers the fucker who had attempted to kill her.

Glad that she speaks more, he turns an ear to listen to her gentle voice. Ah, what a pleasant sound. Even her giggle makes his heart beat a little harder. A delightful noise that he wants more of. Her head resting on his shoulder is comforting. Though he is on alert for anything that might cross their path, he still makes sure to pay attention to her words. "Sounds as if you will fit in just fine here," Gil muses with a smile and a light chuckle that rumbles his chest. Oh, he knew that blurry line all too well. "It definitely has seen worse and better days, but I hope one day we can return it to its glory - or as best as we can manage," he adds on as he turns to glance at the looming building that he could see through the trees.

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