he was wearing these fugly jeans

It was quite often that Urtur would leave his side to keep an eye on a pup. Whether it was Gilda or Korona (the ones who needed the most guidance) or one of the others, Gilgamesh was never surprised when the wolverine would approach in a hurry. Urtur didn't really stop the pups from crossing harm's path, but more allowed them to figure it out themselves. Often it was against a weasel or snake, something that could easily be scared off by the pup or even Urtur himself. But this time was different.

As Gilgamesh stopped his patrol along the ravine's border, he looks to the wolverine's panicked expression. With few words, he was explained that Korona had crossed paths with a territorial male boar that was currently chasing her through the ravine. A grumble escapes him, eyes narrowing at Urtur in frustration. "You could not have handled the boar yourself?" Gilgamesh questions his companion who merely gives him a roll of his eyes in response. As if to say it is your pup, not mine sir. Well, if anyone was to save the girl, it would have to be him.

Following Urtur through the dense underbrush, long legs taking him faster and farther than the wolverine after a short while, it had not taken long to hear the commotion. Furious snorting and grunting lit the air, scattering birds and vermin alike. Leaves and bushes shook and rattled with the fury of the boar that rooted and dug at the ravine wall. "Korona!" Gilgamesh calls out, yellow eyes searching to see where the galactic pup was hiding until he narrows in on the crevice the boar is bashing into.

Clever. He thinks to himself as he approaches quickly. While the boar may have been quite large compared to Korona, it wasn't quite large enough that he couldn't take it on himself. Lunging forward, Gilgamesh grabs ahold of the boar's hindleg. Dragging it back and away from the crevice that the girl hides in, Gilgamesh picks it up before slamming it back onto the ground. The boar thrashes and squeals, attempting to gore him with its tusks. A slice of pain cuts across his chest, but its nothing he hasn't felt before. Slamming it a second time against the ground as if it were a toy, he lets go of the herbivore as it attempts to stand.

Dazed and confused, the boar stumbles and groans. The leg Gilgamesh had ahold of is clearly broken and useless. Blood seeps down its leg and from its nostrils as beady eyes continue to blink away stars. Satisfied that the boar was subdued enough, Gilgamesh lets out a bark for Korona, beckoning her to come out of hiding. As he looks for the girl, he gives her a devious smile. "Do you wish to do the honors? It is only right since it attempted to take your life that you be the one to take its," Gilgamesh speaks, typical monotone voice laced with curiosity and perhaps a hint of gleeful malice. What pup didn't like to shed a little blood from time to time?

The Raid King, Gilgamesh