Darling, I Miss You

The chosen of land to patrol that day was the swampy marshes of Avian Estuary. Recently the pups had been born and with plenty of wolves to help watch over them, Gilgamesh requested Modesty to tag along with him today. Knowing she probably wasn't back at full energy just yet, he keeps his pace slow and deliberate. Making sure to avoid the wettest of areas and attempting to keep them on a rather dry path.

"The pups appear healthy," Gilgamesh begins, the ease of small talk feeling more natural as his brain attempted to navigate the changes made from his injury. "I hope Sakana is proving useful as well and keeping you and Jael healthy too," he adds on, his stoic expression keeping any sort of "old Gil" hidden. No smiles, no crinkling eyes, just straight forward and nonsensical. More like... Gil before he met Modesty, but with an edge.

"Is there anything I can help with? I feel my injury is getting better. I should be able to do more soon," there is a sliver of hope there, an open wound of pride that he was becoming too useless. If they could conceive pups without him, then what good was he to the pack anymore? Continuing south through the estuary toward the southern beach, Gilgamesh steals a few glances toward Modesty, wondering what all she'll reveal to him.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh