Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

Not a violent wolf by nature, now his growth spurt had ceased, Sakana felt more himself in his bones. He had accompanied his age-mate not-siblings, (though they felt even closer to him than some of his own blood had at times) on this fools errand to retrieve Gilgamesh's corpse, for surely that was all they would find after all this time. The Raid King was not the sort that would be kept from his family if it was within his power to return.

That Scald sent out a call at all caused a brow to arch, but he was quickly distracted by a familiar medicinal scent. Not waiting for Scald's direction, and halfway to the leaders head before the order was given, his lips pulled tight as he gently assessed the damage. While the others got in position, he reached into his saddlebag and dropped a bag of herbs beside the shelter. He wouldn't be in their debt for any of this. Keeping him alive this long wouldn't absolve them of this sin. He retrieved a ball of floral scented gum (it had taken him a very long time to collect even this much, thus he only used it for emergencies) and he told Gilgamesh gently, “Open up, I bought the good shit for ya.” He forced a cheeky smile and supported the leaders head while the rest bought the skin underneath him.

It would take far longer to get home than it had taken them to get here, but the sooner they were gone, the better.

“Speech”