Goldenluxury failed to inspire fear within Gael's heart.  Then again, no pirate had ever rose terror within the black and red vulpine.  A soldier may make him wary; a pirate only served to irk him.  You want a battle? Hazel eyes narrowed darkly, a venomous scowl crossing his face.  Rage would not be his downfall however.  He knew war and he knew the game well.

As paw steps fell in beside him, the faerie turned a brief, suspicious gaze upon Embry.  His cousin seemed to be playing the long game -- continuing to hide his identity on the cusp of battle.  Gael recalled days, many years ago, falling into rank beside the royal twins.  Kian stood as his wingman from day one, but Seamus had never been far from their side.

Tricky cousin of mine.  He rolled his shoulders back, eyes cold as Goldenluxury and Kydobi traded words.  When the children were mentioned he scoffed.  Where had this promise been the day the pirates and their swamp-dwelling friends lit the jungle on fire?  Gael's own daughter had been too close to the flames.  She could have died that day.

"Geallúintí folamh," he muttered, directing his quiet words to Embry.  Never trust a pirate.  "She has shown less remorse in the past."  When his daughter's life was on the line, Gael would possess none either; not towards his enemies. "Ní dhéanfaidh mé dearmad riamh."

Gael fixed his icy eyes on Kydobi, offering the jaguar a simple nod.  If the marauder called for them to fight, he would fight.  Not for the Pitt, but for Aine -- always for Aine.