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Night fell over the territory sooner than he had anticipated. Had winter arrived already? Slow blinks of his yellow eyes navigate him through the dim pathways of the ravine. Though the moon is still larger than ever, his brain ignores it for now. Most of the light is hidden by thick canopy and gloomy clouds. Was rain threatening to gift them soon? His mind wanders to no particular place. Rather focusing on getting the lay of their new home now that he had time for it.

Sloping walls and thick flora directed him to stay on the path. Moving eastward, beneath the treehouses, toward the fjord that separated them from the rest of Boreas. Quite paws keep him stealthy, undetected by those slumbering above him. Last he had checked, Modesty and Jael were asleep albeit very pregnant and could stir at any moment. He wouldn't bother himself with that now - let them sleep while they could. Unfortunately for Gilgamesh, sleep wasn't a friend, nor even an acquaintance. No, even now, he would make his way back and forth, patrolling the southern and eastern borders until the sun rose over the water.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh