Troubled mind

Gilgamesh looks upon Sagittarius as she speaks. Already, the glint of pride in his gaze shines bright. For such a young pup, she was a fast learner and clearly was paying attention. A thoughtful hum vibrates in his chest as he contemplates her words. Her method would work, could work, in some instances, but not all. She would need to work on her paw to paw fighting as well. One could only be as sneaky as their surroundings after all.

It her last statement that has his ears drawing backward. Eyes narrowing for a moment, he gives his head a shake. "You are not old enough nor experienced enough. Not even full grown," Gilgamesh comments rather sternly. "Sparring your siblings is just as good as sparring with someone you don't know. I can take you to the Battlefield sooner, perhaps next season, but you are barely out of the treehouse," there is concern there, laced with worry. Raids were nothing to play around with. "You have to prove yourself a worthy fighter before you can participate in raids," he warns gently.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh