book 4: drinks for two

The lanky Raid King stretched out in front of his fire. Spring was here and that meant more time outside on the beach. With the granules scratching against his fur, he reached a paw forward to stoke the embers that crackled and spit out flames. Watching as the smoke and flicker of fire reached to the nighttime sky, he let out a content noise. It had been awhile since he had allowed himself to succumb to his drinking, but he felt as if all was at peace. At least lately it was. His family happy, the pack more than full, and not a threat to be seen. Having sent Urtur and Erish out on patrol that night so the others could also have a rest, Gil tilted back the bottle of booze he had taken from the stores.

Letting out a quiet hiccup, Gil settled further into the sand. An old piece of driftwood along his back to help support him as he stretched out his toes and leaned his face against the smooth piece of wood. His eyes close softly and he enjoys the noise of the ocean. Drifting in and out, the lapping of waves was relaxing. He preferred the sound and scents of the isle compared to the cave and he did not regret moving the pack out here. Their privacy was welcomed and Gil hoped the others agreed. As his mind lingered on random thoughts of those that followed him, he continues to drink the night away.

"speech"