You got old and kinda sad. No wonder they all leave you.

Honestly, Gil didn't even know where he should be at this time of day. What with one daughter screaming her head off, the other daughter trying to shove off, the other pups dispersed to who the fuck knew where, his wife "missing", and a bunch of pack members that were fucking off as well, Gil felt... alone. Even Jael busied herself these days with whatever contraption was becoming of the pool. That he wouldn't ask questions about. Nope. That was her own doing and her own responsibility.

So, Gil took to patrolling the isle. Slow, steady steps dragging through the dirt and the sand as he walked beside the ebbing water. Summer would be here soon and that would mean raiding was on the horizon. He itched to get out, to spill some blood, to win. Except those thoughts would have to wait because someone was howling for him. A certain someone he didn't hear from too often so the call did trace some concern through him.

There's no hesitation as he collects himself into a lope and heads to where Sakana called for him. When he slows and stops before the small, brown boy, Gil lets a brow raise and his head tilt to the side. "You called?" He asks, his rumbling tones curious at best.