Daager Isle seemed to be another claimed island. He'd noticed that a little too late during his swim across and instead of turning back he pressed on all the same, only stopping when he came across a floating wreckage some distance offshore. Not quite large enough to rival the isle itself, but from a distance it sort of looked like a mound rising out of the water, much of it submerged but a large portion just barely staying afloat. Hauling himself up onto the decking, he shook himself off, sending water droplets spraying across the wooden floorboards.   He wasn't convinced it would be safe to explore the ship below deck, least of all if it began to sink he could very well go down with it, so thus he remained out in the open. Would just have a quick look about, rest a little before swimming back to the mainland.

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The thing about being able to rest between raids, it gave him time to explore the isle some more. With everyone helping recently to spruce up the place, he could go farther out and see the areas that others hadn't quite explored yet. Taking his time by walking along the shore, an unfamiliar scent suddenly caught his attention. Pausing, his fur bristling, he looks around. Not far off, standing atop the wrecked ship just off the shore, a stranger stands looking at the water. Gil's brow furrows. Fuck, he didn't really have the energy to deal with trespassers today.

Letting out a sigh, he approaches anyway, coming to stop on the shore that faces the wreck. The swim isn't that far, just a few minutes, nothing he can't manage. Holding his breath as he submerges himself, Gil scrambles up onto the wreckage and faces the man with interesting appendages. Giving his coat a good shake, he raises a brow as he leans against a broken mast. "Find anything interesting?" He asks casually, his own yellow eyes casting downward toward the levels below.

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Ronan wasn't exactly expecting company out here, but he supposed he could see why he was sought out. Probably too close for comfort, just about toeing the line of what was acceptable, what most wolves would let slide. He felt a pang of frustration, a nudge towards being defensive because he'd stopped he for the sole purpose of not trespassing, but whatever, Ronan wasn't very good at playing nice, but he could try.

"Algo así."Which was to say, not really. The added shrug said as much.

Moving away from the railing, he noticed thick lengths of rope snaking their way across the deck, rotten and fraying in places. He doubted they'd be able to bear any tension at all, even as he kicked passed them as he stepped over, the threads ripped. All soggy and wet, creating a rather unpleasant smell. And speak of bad things, his nose wrinkled in disgust when he came across what appeared to be the torn up remains of a leash and collar. Gross.

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It didn't appear that the stranger wanted any trouble. Let alone be bothered at all. After having met so many wolves, Gil had gotten good at reading expressions, body language, the subtle changes that revealed what others hoped to hide. He can see it now as the other doesn't particularly want to converse, responding to him in a different language, a shrug that means to slough him off rather than invite him for more conversation. While the man isn't trespassing, the wreckage clearly not a part of what Gilgamesh claimed as his own, he still wasn't particularly fond of loners this close to the isle.

"If you're lookin' for a place to stay, I can point you in the right direction," Gil offers, his eyes scanning from the man to the wreckage that he appears to be exploring. Was he really thinking of resting here? In this waterlogged, crab infested boat that was sure to crash at any moment given how rotten the wood appeared. Plus, he wanted to see if the man would bite. It wouldn't hurt to recruit some more bodies into the pack, especially big, bulky, and strong ones that could help out in raids.

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He turned away from the deck, his mood souring with each passing moment. And for once it wasn't someone else's fault, a rare thing that, was just easier to foist his feelings on others. Make them the problem. Glancing up, a long metal pole rose up from the deck, ripped cloth hanging off either side, all limp, like the time he'd caught his wings on something sharp and tore the membrane. Metallic lines of wire dangled to the side, had snapped seasons ago, too far back for anyone to tell really- as from what he'd learned no one knew why things became this way. They just were.

He paced forward, claws digging into the deflated remains of a rubber ring. Neon pink and wrinkled where it had all bunched up, if he tossed it over board he imagined it'd float, but not well.

Ronan considered his offer, knew full well there would be strings attached.

"Maybe. I know where to find you now, at least."

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Gil continues to watch the stranger explore the boat, but doesn't move. Continuing to lean against the mast, he allows his gaze to drift lazily out to the water. It had never struck him before to come out here for a little exploration, but now that he was, he could see why someone might find it relaxing. A perfect little spot just big enough to lay down and not be drowned by any oncoming waves. A tattered flag providing just enough shade that you wouldn't roast in the southern sun either.

The words of the other man leaving Gil nodding and looking back to him. "If you ever need, my name is Gilgamesh. I lead the Raider's Hollow with my wife, Modesty. The isle surrounding us and that large building is ours. We won't attack on sight if you're ever seeking shelter," Gil offers one last time before he turns to leave. "We are always watching though," he adds on, one minor flick of his nose toward the sky where his owl companion, Erish, circles above them.

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