The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Gilgamesh lounges beside Modesty, content to watch the festival unfold before him. Most of his attention is on the pups that wander away and between the legs of others. True to their personalities, most of them aren't afraid to introduce themselves and make friends. Though they're young, the socialization would be good for them. No reason to shelter them when Hallows territory was supposed to be friendly territory.

More and more wolves arrive, coming and going from Artorias to greet him and offer their own tidings to the bonfire. If he had anyone to mourn, he would have done the same. Alas, with Sparrow still alive, Gilgamesh had no knowledge of anyone passed that he cared to remember. It's an interesting concept, one he commends Artorias for. The Aegis could have kept the ceremony and tradition to his family, but to open it to friends and strangers alike was more than Gilgamesh would ever do.

Now, it was safe to say that after all that had transpired, Gilgamesh would be honest in saying he was surprised the Raiders had been invited. What more is that he is surprised that Artorias had also invited wolves from Ethne (he refused to acknowledge their newly adorned name). His yellow gaze lands on the colorful bloke donning fighting gear. Paranoid, hm? He thinks to himself as he watches to see if others arrive. Shifting his weight so that he's resting on a hip, alleviating his ribs a bit to ease the soreness, Gilgamesh stretches and relaxes until an all too familiar form peaks out from underneath other's legs.

"Had I not warned that old bag I would be coming for the girl?" Gilgamesh lets out a reverberating growl, his eyes narrowing and ears flattening. With gaze locked upon Haydee, the world around him disappears. No longer did he hear the din of the crowd around him or Artorias begin to speak out to the gathering. He didn't notice the pups or Modesty or Jael. No one else would exist except for the ex-alpha that he had sworn would learn a lesson.

If Gilgamesh was anything, he was a man of his word.

He does his best to be patient. As his blood continues to boil, piercing glare and low snarls all on Haydee as she cowers next to her little boyfriend, Gilgamesh waits for Artorias to finish. There was no sense in ruining the festival completely over scorned emotions. Tonight was still about The Hallows and their traditions, but Gilgamesh was not missing his chance. Not when she was stupid enough to show up. Had no one thought to warn her? Had Bellamy nor Saga not informed her of his threat? Of the impending doom that would soon befall her? Why was he surprised?

As soon as Artorias' voice died over the crowd, Gilgamesh was standing to his paws. "Gather the pups and return home," Gilgamesh sternly murmurs to Modesty and Jael, his eyes darting over to Sakana who was already corralling Pythia and Lyra away from the growing flames. Without another word, Gilgamesh moves silently through the crowd. Relaxed, nonchalant, not a single emotion upon the blank slate of his features. Not a soul would guess what was about to happen until he comes to stop before Haydee.

"You can either come willingly or I will use force. Your choice," his voice is low and threatening as he lowers his head closer to Haydee so that no one but her and the man at her side would hear his words.