thanks for not dying so you can see my kids turn one

Gil couldn't quite believe it. Their second litter was turning one and he had just returned with great news. Sparrow came out victorious from her death match with the scummy woman who had killed Recluse. And whether Sparrow liked it or not, Gil was going to throw her a party. But he was a tired man and hosting two separate parties felt like too much work at the moment so why not combine them? The beach was far large enough to host a number of wolves and the adults could linger away from the heathens who surely would find some way or another to get into trouble.

With the assistance of Urtur and anyone else who wished to help him, Gil lit the bonfires as the sun set along the isle's horizon. Flames flickered to life as he steps back and smiles at his handiwork. After all the drama and hardships they'd been through lately, letting loose a bit would be good for all of them.

Exhaling sharply, he turns to where he has laid out the surplus of booze and grabs a bottle for himself. Standing off to the side where he has a good view of the beach, he lets out a resounding howl. One of anticipation and excitement, much happier than the last time he had called his pack together. With one good first swig of his bottle, he places his ass in the sand and waits for the good times to come to him.