It was high time he officially told Gil of the pups he had stashed away on the other island. Granted, he had no clue if Gil and the others knew already, after all, Ig decided to "hide" them on pack turf, though he wasn't even really trying to hide them, either. He had been focused on looking after these pups, and the best way for him to do that was to keep him as close as he could and not on the other side of the water, obviously. If the others did already notice, surely there were questions. Though he figured he would've been confronted and hounded about it by now, but nobody had. Either they had enough sense to leave the aging man be, or they were too busy with their own things. If nobody had discovered the pups yet, it was only a matter of time. After all, it would be increasingly more difficult to keep four growing pups hidden, especially when they began to wander the pack lands. Might as well rip the bandaid off now, and he trusted Gil. He didn't think the Raider king would be against the pups. The pack could use more raiders...and Ignis had a feeling these kids would do alright here. Seeking him out, Ignis called Gil from wherever he might be, the tone in his voice betraying he had an urgent matter to discuss. "Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

While Gil and Ignis were friends and shared their fair share of drunken nights together, it had been a little bit since he had seen the red-coated man. When the call rang out to request his presence, Gil's eyes narrowed with suspicion. What had Ignis been up to? Curious more than he was suspicious now, he turns to make his way over to his close friend - as much as everyone else on the isle hated that fact.

As he approached Ignis, he had a feeling where the conversation would go. Sid and the other pups had mentioned something about random puppies in the archipelago, but since he didn't claim that as private land, he hadn't thought about it. Coming to stand before Ignis, he lifts a brow, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he regards his friend. "What can I do ya for?" He asks, curious to know if his assumption was right.

"speech"

He sighed heavily, feeling the tiredness from playing dad yet again. Why did he keep doing this to himself? Had he not learned the first two times? At least this time, he would try to do things right as much as he could, but with the chaotic life of the pack and his own internal demons, he wasn't sure he could do right by them no matter how hard he tried. On top of that, he was getting old. A fact he didn't really want to acknowledge nor face. But alas, it was time to face the music, because Gil came to meet him. The Crimson male looked at him, tiredness in his eyes after being up half the night with two kids that had fallen ill. "Thanks for meeting with me. I uh...I've got somethin' to tell you." He sat down as he looked about for a moment, making sure none of the kids had tailed him all the way here. He just wanted a moment of peace and quiet, dammit! Especially from Wade...that kid was...a whole other story. "So...I don't know if you've noticed or not...I know you've been busy, but it's only fair that I tell you." Normally, he wasn't the type to beat around the bush. But he was so tired these days that he could hardly think straight! "Anyway...I found some...pups...on the mainland...and now they're here. Four of them. Draven, Sulfur, Wade, and Kebak. I've been with them on the Archipelago. Couldn't leave them to die out there...I guess." There. He had said it.

Gil lets out a soft chuckle. "Maybe we should've brought some booze. You don't have to be so serious with me," he lifts a paw to give Ig a good thump to the shoulder. They'd known each other for years now. It wasn't like Gil to require Ignis to be so well put together for as little chat. But then Ig keeps talking and Gil is raising a brow, chuckling again. "Found them, huh? If they were more red of coat, I would've guessed right away where they'd come from," he gives his head a little shake before sitting his butt down in the sand. "For as dangerous as you can be, Ig, I'm surprised you've taken to fatherhood so generously," Gil's head cants to the side slightly, his brow still raised. "They're of course welcome so long as they pull their weight once they're of age," he pauses, letting out a sigh. "Which comes to something that I need to talk to you about," his brows then knit a bit, muzzle wrinkling because dammit he didn't like beating around the bush either. "What the fuck are we doing about Diablo? He's capable, but doesn't seem to want anything to do with anything," Gil sighs, his gaze finally turning from Ig to watch the water.