It was easy to wander away without being noticed, the Raiders did not create chaos. They thrived in it. That was exactly what the pack was like. Chaos. So she would use her little nose to find a certain someone. The sun was high and there were plenty of hours in the day still. For whatever reason the man could be found at the lake. Lyra was not sure what he was doing here, and she would not inquire.

His scent was distinct, a refreshing breeze of pine and rain with a sharp undertone of spices. That was Gil. Although she wasn't quite sure who he was to her, she knew he was important. He wasn't her father, but he was the father of someone she called brother or sister. The way both her mothers revered him was enough to tell her to do the same.

She opened her maw to speak but hesitated. What should she call him? Dad? But he wasn't really, was he? Well, he did take care of her; she had yet to experience any disfavor towards her. "Uh... sir?", she would say timidly. She spoke not often, so every time she did, the vibrations felt foreign. Clearing her throat, she would try again, "Excuse me! Could you help me? I'm tired of losing to my siblings. I'm tired of them being stronger, can you help me be better?"

She wasn't sure how to present herself, but she didn't want to seem weak. She was embarrassed even to speak such a thing out loud. However, the stark difference between Lyra's size and rate of growth in comparison to most of her siblings was becoming more obvious by the day.




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His patrol had taken him away from Raider territory toward the lake in the shape of a wolf's paw. There he stands with a bleeding carcass at his paws. The coyotes that had decided to try and get into the estuary to steal some birds would soon realize how low of a tolerance they had for thieves. As he licks his lips to clean his maw of the crimson fluid, he hears steps behind him. Freezing for a moment, Gilgamesh turns slowly to see the young pup, Lyra, approaching him. He raises a brow in question - mostly as to why she was outside of the territory without an escort. Her size made her much more a target compared to the others.

As she speaks, her timid words continue to prove that she probably needed some sort of protection. Would Urtur ever had babes so that he could gift his offspring companions to help keep them alive? Returning his focus back to the girl, Gilgamesh lowers his head down toward her level as she requests training so that she may best her siblings one day. He cannot hide the red-stained smile that breaks out over his slate lips.

"Dear Lyra, of course I will," Gilgamesh practically croons as he shifts his body downward until he's lying in the grass with his belly touching the ground. With her size being far smaller than the rest, it would be easier to start here and move upward. There would be no sense in attempting to teach such a young pup while he was at his full height. "What exactly would you like to learn?" He inquires, head canting slightly as he watches her.

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He would lower herself to his level, laying all the way on the ground. She would like to think it was cause he wanted to get comfortable and not because she was so tiny. Lyra didn't know enough to be aware of what she didn't know. She just knew others were better. The specifics were lost on her, so when he asked her what she would like to know, her eyes dropped to the floor. Thinking very hard. Trying to find the words for the feeling she had.

"I dont know... everyone is just bigger than me. Stronger than me. Why am I so small?" Was this a problem she could fix?

"I don't see an advantage to this at all."




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Gilgamesh hums quietly as Lyra admits that she notices how much larger and stronger her siblings are. Which in truth is very correct, but that doesn’t mean they are better. He smiles, a paw reaching out to jab gently at her to see if she’ll correct her stance and retaliate.

“You have never seen your mother fight so it is fair that you believe that,” Gilgamesh comments, before prodding the pup once more. “The advantage to being small is that larger opponents are not adjusted to fighting someone of your size,” he taps his paw on the ground, imitating that it is an opponent. “See how you can dart side to side faster than my paw can? That is the same when you fight. Focus on speed, not strength,” his gaze watches her carefully, watching to see if she’ll pick up what he’s talking about.

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Her eyes followed his paw as it tapped the floor.

Focus on speed and not strength? The idea never dawned on her. Constantly seeing her greater siblings throw their power around made her lack of it such a big idea that she never thought of what she was naturally good at. She always felt that Jael was far more dangerous than expected, and finally having someone confirm it made her feel better.

"So I don't go and try to overpower... I try not to get touched?" She was trying to imagine it and it seemed more difficult, "Well how do I get faster? Do I tire them out? What if they get ahold of me?"

The more she thought, the more weaknesses she imagined. How could she possibly win? But she remembered what Modesty said: this body was not forever, what failed now may succeed later. She was young and in a rush to grow up. She was competing with others instead of herself. How could she be better than now?


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Gilgamesh gives Lyra time to process and consider the lesson he's presented to her. At first she seems stumped by the question given to her, but after a moment, her own questions arise. He nods slowly to show that he understands where she's going with the line of thought.

"If you are fast enough to not be touched, but can also pack a punch, you'll be invincible," Gilgamesh states, once more lifting his paw to move it back and forth on either side of the pup. "Practice is how you get faster. Run every day until you can't. Work your paws through the mud. Try to climb a tree. Climb a rocky hill. Tiring out your opponent is one smart way of doing it," he begins to move his paw slower and slower to motion how much more quickly a bigger object could tire compared to her. "If they grab you, bite them back. You have teeth, use them," his lips lift to bare his fangs, showing her how fierce they could appear if he wished. "Show me how fast you can run between my paws," Gilgamesh directs her, leaning his back and widening his paws as far as they can go to give her space.