he was wearing these fugly jeans

Gilgamesh watches Korona closely. Her next moves would tell a lot about the woman she would grow up to be. When, after a moment of hesitation, she steps up to dispatch the boar, he looks upon her with pride. It was not the way of the Raider to be soft and kind to those who were unnecessarily cruel to them. The boar had messed with the wrong wolf today and it had paid the price for it.

As Korona beams up at him with a wide smile, Gilgamesh smiles back. His tail even gives a few wags as he steps forward and presses his nose to her forehead. "Good job keeping yourself together," he murmurs quietly to her though he knows how scared she must have felt being trapped in the ravine's crevice. "Let's take this to Kenway to get butchered and you can keep the tusks," Gilgamesh winks before picking the boar up by the back of its neck and heading back toward his son's animal rendering location.

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The Raid King, Gilgamesh