They were Raiders. Jael was feeling mostly better, her limp less pronounced, the skin knit back together and stitches removed. She wanted to prove herself. Maybe for her, maybe to show Gilgamesh she really could do it. She's tougher, she could do this... right? Taking off in the direction of the Gil's call at an efficient, creeping trot. Typical border collie crouch to her gait. Low and efficient.
As the courtyard comes into view, Jael falters. It's just Gil, Modesty by his side. Fuck. She doesn't want to be alone with them, but it's too late. Right, she could falter, but she was going to be brave about this. A low, appeasing wag to her tail, the girl dips her head to the alphas. Jael was confident about the fighting. She wasn't confident about the strange things hanging in the air between them, and she was eager for anyone else to bail her out join them.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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