TELL ME LIKE IT IS

He notices her hesitate, but he makes no moves. Watching her as she begins to run between his paws, back and forth, demonstrating the little skill she does have. Sloppy and slow like any pup. It was to be expected. He's not disappointed, not in the least. Rather, he wishes to give her an opportunity.

Gilgamesh was not small like Lyra or Jael, but he had fought small opponents and had helped the pups before her learn. It was no different. One just needed to learn their style of doing things. "Why allow my paws to be a boundary? Don't be afraid to break a few rules to reach the finish line," his yellow gaze is hard pressed upon her, still watching, still thinking. Always thinking. Would she get it?

The Raid King, Gilgamesh