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The thing about being able to rest between raids, it gave him time to explore the isle some more. With everyone helping recently to spruce up the place, he could go farther out and see the areas that others hadn't quite explored yet. Taking his time by walking along the shore, an unfamiliar scent suddenly caught his attention. Pausing, his fur bristling, he looks around. Not far off, standing atop the wrecked ship just off the shore, a stranger stands looking at the water. Gil's brow furrows. Fuck, he didn't really have the energy to deal with trespassers today.

Letting out a sigh, he approaches anyway, coming to stop on the shore that faces the wreck. The swim isn't that far, just a few minutes, nothing he can't manage. Holding his breath as he submerges himself, Gil scrambles up onto the wreckage and faces the man with interesting appendages. Giving his coat a good shake, he raises a brow as he leans against a broken mast. "Find anything interesting?" He asks casually, his own yellow eyes casting downward toward the levels below.