remember when...

Summer's arrival had not brought sunshine and rainbows. Instead, cascading sheets of rain and thunder covered the landscape that he had stalked. Three days. Three long and agonizing days he had waited. Any sane man would have followed her right away, but he would not give Modesty that much groveling. Instead, he waited. Seconds ticked by as he stared at the water that crashed upon his shore. It was their shore, but he wasn't so sure she wanted to come back anymore. Anger surged in him the same way those waves surged against the rocks.

In the blinding rage, he may have released those that he had unintentionally wanted to keep. The pregnant one, well not so pregnant anymore, and the crazy one were free to walk. Leave as they please and get the fuck off of his island. Jael the dog as Modesty fondly called her, he was not ready to let go of just yet. She wasn't completely healed and he did feel responsible for her wellbeing since he had saved her. Nothing serious had happened between them so far and though his chest did twist a little when he thought about the small girl, his heart still belonged to Modesty.

It always had and always will.

Taking the not-so-rickety raft across the waters, Gil crashed upon the beach. Though the rain and wind had wiped away her scent, he knew where she would be. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he knew her pretty damn well. Thankfully, her brother's bungalow wasn't far. Only a half day walk and he would make it by the time the sun began to sink behind the horizon. Still wet, paws cold, legs slightly shaky, and the wound on his chest still fresh, he approached the shrine. Her scent was there, that much was obvious, but would Pont stop him before he had a chance to say anything?

Keeping his word, Gil ignores the poorly made sign stuck into the dirt (really Modesty? We're going to be that petty?) and lifts a paw to bang on the door a few times. "Modesty. It's day three. Can we talk?" His voice is gruff as it always is, but there is an obvious note of pain there that he hates to admit. He hates that he ruined things when he thought everything was going well. He really was dumb sometimes, wasn't he?