anyone out there?
The Raid King had told Rivin he would help her. Unlike his wife, he had absolutely no clue what plants would be helpful to transplant to the Isle. He would try either way and if he ended up bringing back some wildflowers, at least they would add color and entice pollinators to live there. Making his way with his companion, Urtur, he traveled at a rather leisurely pace. A thin cloak made from bearskin lay across his shoulders to keep the bitter cold from digging into his skin. Grey clouds similar to the color of his own fur covered the sky. The sun hadn't shown in days and it seemed as if the snow would never stop falling. His tracks were quickly covered by the next round of snow. He could hear Urtur grumbling behind him about being wet and cold, but he chose to ignore the wolverine.
Instead, he stopped them at the top of the gulley. Looking down on the snow-covered hills, his brow furrowed. Well, how was he supposed to find plants when it was covered in snow? Why he hadn't thought of this before venturing out made him feel a tad stupid. But, he hadn't exactly expected all of this snow either. Living further south and on the Isle, the snowfall hadn't quite made it out over the water yet so he hadn't known it was that bad already. Exhaling a sort of disappointed grunt, he glances at Urtur before making his way down the hill. "Still have to try," he murmured to Urtur as they made their way to a grove of trees.
"speech"
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This place was a nice change of scenery from the snowdrifts she'd just recently clawed her way out of. Sure, it was clearly winter here and the vegetation was sparse as hell, but it was way less harsh than in the north and she was perfectly fine with that right now. The cold was much milder and she moved with ease through the land, seeming quite unaffected by the light snowfall. Wasn't like a little snow ever hurt anyone, at least not her.
Seemed like she wasn't the only one who was scoping this place out though. A big, spotted-looking guy caught her eye, not far off from where she was. Her attention caught the teeth that protruded from his jaw, not far off from her own tusks, they were just angled differently. Neat. Moving to cross the distance between them she let out a loud greeting. "Afternoon," she called out, sounding friendly enough. Maybe this guy would bring a little entertainment to her afternoon, if nothing else.
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As much as he hated the snow, he also didn't despise it either. Yes, it was cold and it was wet and it matted down his fur, but when one lived on an island... that state of being was to be expected. Lately, his toes always held a slight chill to them so being out here was almost like swimming, but it was more solid. Huh, that didn't quite make sense, but it didn't matter logistically. What mattered was that he was out here for no reason because every bush he was coming across had nothing on it. No berries, flowers, or leaves. Wait, did she need bark though? Would Could he dig up the whole bush and bring it back? He gives Urtur a look as they pause and the receiving look from the wolverine tells him no, we are not digging up a whole fucking bush.
Before the Raid King could protest, the wind shifts, and a female scent is brought to him. He turns to look as the tusked female calls out with a friendly hello. Ah, this could be a good thing. The pack needed fresh blood and by the looks of her, she would do well. Bulky, well-muscled, and tusked? Damn, why did he have to be reminded of his son? Eh, he can cry over his runaway children another day. Instead, Gil turns to the girl and moves to close the gap between them.
"Didn't expect to find anyone else out here," he mentions in his own way of friendly greeting. While most of his interactions were unpleasant, he supposed he could try the nice way first.
"speech"
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gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
At least meeting new wolves was always marginally interesting, at least for a little while. It wasn't like most people held her attention long at all these days though. Maybe this guy would prove her wrong. The wind that brought hints of his scent told her that he was part of a pack; a pretty big one too, judging by the various smells that she was picking up on.
"Yeah, I guess I didn't either. Kind of a shit day by some people's standards," she commented idly. Her own standards were definitely different and she wasn't going to complain about snow, especially not this kind. "Name's Kaija, if you care. Weird little friend you've got there," Kaija gestured to the wolverine, sounding conversational rather than judgmental.
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Gil raises a brow curiously at her statement. "Don't care much for other's standards," he responds back simply enough as his brow lowers but still allows his gaze to linger on her. Was she a wanderer? There was no obvious pack scent on her and by the looks on her face, she probably didn't want to be one either. That would pose a challenge for him if he was truly convinced to convince her to follow him back.
Seconds later, she is introducing herself and her following statement has him letting out a little chuckle. Both about if he cared for her name and about Urtur beside him. Urtur on the other hand did not quite enjoy the statement and made it known by lifting up his lip in a sneer toward the girl. "Urtur here is a wolverine. Unlike other's standards, he does enjoy the snow, as little as he gets to see it," there is a warm, cheeky sort of grin on Gil as he kicks a drift of snow in his companion's direction. If Kaija had not been standing beside them, Urtur would have retaliated, but instead took it, letting the cold snow cover his face and only letting out a rumbling growl in protest.
"And if you care, I am Gilgamesh, Raid King of Raider's Hollow," he turns his attention back to Kaija with a sweep of his paw and a bow of his head. Now, Gil didn't actually care for theatrics but he was in a sort of playful mood and figured it might help sell his pack to the wandering girl. His cheeky grin does not fade as he regards Kaija, trying to see what her reaction is. "And yes, we do like to raid as the name suggests," Gil even adds a wink as a cherry on top.
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gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
She let out a more genuine bit of laughter as he returned. "Raid King? Sounds like a fancy ass title," she jested. "You make that one up yourself?" Well, that seemed like a fair thing to deduce, if he was the King and all. "And what's all this raiding entail? You stealing things just for fun, or for profit? Or for some other weird reason I can't even begin to drum up?" She knew her dad had been part of a raid once.. something about being held prisoner and repaying a debt. It hadn't been something he'd seemed all that eager to talk about so she hadn't pushed it.
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Her laugh surprises him. He wasn't the funny sort, but he supposed as he got on in age that he took life a little less seriously. In a way, he is pleased that he can get the stranger to laugh, but wouldn't have been insulted if she hadn't either. He also wasn't one to care as he had mentioned before. That is until she kind of insulted him? Or at least, the jest about his title is maybe supposed to just be a joke. Gil narrows his eyes slightly, the only indication that he may not have favored the statement. But he doesn't allow it to ruin the mood as she begins to ask about raiding and what it all entails.
"Raiding entails getting to beat up another pack for both fun and profit," he answers as his grin grows. "We recently moved to a new territory so we are aiming to take what we don't have and if they have nothing, then at least we got to shed a little blood," there is honesty and humor in his tone. While Gil wasn't outright evil, he followed his own laws, he also didn't mind injuring someone for fun every once in awhile. Especially if they were young or a bit too big for their britches. "Does raiding interest you?" He follows up with the question, his expression appearing curious and light.
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gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
And yes… she couldn't help but be intrigued at what Gilgamesh was talking about. Raiding for fun and profit alike sounded like a good time. Kaija had always been the sort to take what she wanted anyway, though usually her wants weren't really physical possessions she could just go barge in and take. Still, inciting a little chaos and getting her blood pumping sounded oddly tempting. Maybe this was the solution for her restlessness these days.
"Hm," she mused over it for a moment, thinking hard. Bloodshed wasn't exactly an appeal for her (not that she was opposed to it, either) but stirring up some trouble… that was right up her alley. "I guess it sorta does. Life's been boring as shit lately. Something to spice it up sounds like fun, I can't lie.." As long as these raids promised Adventure with a capital A, and something new to keep her occupied, rather than the same old boring days.
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A musing smirk transitions onto his lips as she admits that life has been boring lately. Well, it must have been fate that their paths crossed! "Come, walk with me," Gil turns to face southeast in the direction of his pack lands. "We can chat as we walk. I'm not as young as I used to be and standing in this muck makes my joints ache," he admits this honestly because what did he have to lose? "Perhaps I can convince you to stick around a little while and see how you like raiding," his brow lifts in question before taking a few steps. His wolverine hops along to move into stride with him, neither of them looking back for a few moments. Glancing at Urtur, he pauses and then finally looks back over his shoulder. "Well?"
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