book 3: bonds

Her words have him raising a brow. A hint of a smile on his lips. Hovering? No, that was indeed not what he was doing. He was watching. Admiring her work away at the delicate sinew of the snake's head. Yet, as she glanced at him over her shoulder with those pretty eyes and a little wag of her tail, he couldn't resist. Letting out a dramatic sigh as if it was so much work for him to cross those few feet toward her, he allowed himself to take up more room than necessary as he settled in beside her.

Still giving her enough room to work, he raises another brow at her question. That at least was a question he could answer, but hesitated anyway. He didn't want her leaving even if he knew the other packs wouldn't harm her. If they knew what was good for them. "Trading is bountiful around Boreas and Auster," he begins as he stretches his legs and gets comfortable. "Our closest neighbor, Avalon, has animals, mead, and other wares. They are farmers and crafters, good wolves. Their leader, Corbie, is intelligent and knows her stuff," Gil pauses as his gaze lifts from the snake's head to Jael. "Another pack, the Armada, they have a market, but..." he hesitates, his lips twitching before he continues, "they are not quite friends with us," he doesn't add that she is allowed to go there and hopes she doesn't question it.

"There are other packs, twelve of us in total, and each one has its own specialties. Any questions?" Gil lets his words linger for a moment, wondering just what she wanted to know.

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