I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

The howl that rang out faintly reached the leader's ears. It wasn't friendly, but rather... a beckoning a call, a trumpeting blare of warning that they were being raided. At first, he meets Siduri's gaze, a sigh leaving him. Okay so, who wanted a piece of them now? His ears work, the gears churning in his head before he realizes why the call was so familiar. Haydee. Had he not just told the foolish little girl to not come back? That the next time they met would not be on nice terms? Had the scar left upon her neck by him not been lesson enough that he wasn't playing games?

Gil moves to sit, taking his time to stretch and ready himself for the ridiculous onslaught that was about to happen. One might think he would be eager and excited for a raid, but this one? No. He'd rather they just turn tail and go home. Why did Ethne feel it necessary to return for bloodshed? Were they not one of those packs that sought for peaceful options? After all the badgering of Haydee and her followers that if they had "just asked" for help, they would be given it. And now? It sure appeared that they were lowering themselves to the pettiness and likes of those that called themselves Raiders.

Letting out a sigh as he listens to the rest of the group splash into the waters and begin their relatively quick swim over to the mainland, Gil finally gets up. A long bowing stretch of his body as he leans over to plant a kiss atop Modesty's head. "Shouldn't be gone long," Gil murmurs beneath his breath. He knows what they are here for and after the news had recently been broken to him that they had had to cull practically the whole flock, he wondered how Haydee and the rest of Ethne would react to the deaths of their precious pets.

With just about everyone else already on their way to the beach, Gil makes his way via raft. Trailing along near the back, he's curious to see how his members will react or retaliate to the summoning. He won't stop them or interfere. This is their turf too and how they wanted to handle a raid would be on them. A reflection as to where they truly stood among their ranks. As he shakes his coat to rid of the cold salt water that dampens his fur, he walks forward to catch the tail end of Siduri's speech. The slaughtered chickens laying in the sand were an interesting sight to see, but not one that would make his stomach churn, but he was sure it would any of Ethne's soft souls. Kenway jumps in, adding to the horror and Gil almost chuckles when the Ethne girl retaliates. Ah, they had touched a sore spot, hadn't they?

What disappoints him next is Flurry's valiant attempts at peacemaking. Mm, disappointing. Gil's ears flatten, his yellow eyes glaring at Flurry the same way he had looked upon Jack at the last raid. How dare his heir be such... a failure. Even after he had praised her during the meeting, rewarding her for her efforts, and then she does this? Offering her own blood in exchange for a stop on the raid? His fur bristles, fury coursing through him now, paws tensing as they dig into the sand. Gil is about to interject when Tarnish yells first about his opponent and then an Ethne woman stepping forward toward Flurry. Her words ring in his ears that make him proud of her and unfortunately send resentment for his daughter through him. Flurry would no longer be seeing herself as heir to the Raider's throne.

His attention turns next to Haydee. Her searing emotions can be seen all the way in the back where Gil stands. He expects her to come charging for him, but instead her fury is turned on Siduri. Further, his emotions flare, a righteous anger flares across his features as he braces himself. If the leader of Ethne so dared harm a single sliver of fur on his daughter's frame, it would be light's out. How incredibly immature and naive and stupid was she really? Did she really believe acting like this was the proper way to remedy the situation? Vengeance? There was no vengeance to be had anymore and yet, this silly little pack led by a girl who was far too inexperienced to even be leading a pack insisted on continuing. Their efforts were exhausting.

So Gil continues to hang back, his ferocity still evident on his face as he watches the battles happen. Siduri's battlecry is valiant and the glimmer of pride in his eye is obvious. She was right. They were raiders and if they didn't like that, then honestly, they could suck it up and deal with it. And as Jael goes sailing past him, all of the fighters are entangled. Gil stands there, alone, on the beach, eyes blinking now out of confusion. His anger is still there, yes, but where was the rest of their fighting party? Were they really showing up not full to the brim of fighters? A brow raises as he stays on the outskirts, eyes keeping track of who was who and any other stragglers that might find themselves wanting to tussle.