Mount Apikuni smiles and cigarettes

Happiness is known to be short-lived, always like a butterfly fluttering around your muzzle but just out of your reach. Then when it finally poises itself upon your nose, it gives the tiniest sigh and dies, the color and magnificence fading with it.

Because of that Galileo had learned appreciate the butterfly's radiance from a discreet distance, he knew better than to chase after the small creature, wearing the poor thing out as well as himself. He had come to the realization that by siting back and enjoying the graceful dance the butterfly had to offer, he actually had a better view, than when chasing it around recklessly.

It was a prettier sight, there was no doubt, but the most wonderful thing of all was when the butterfly, showed off it's beauty by landing carefully in your nose.

He had learned to appreciate the little things, and watch the butterfly from the sidelines was more rewarding. He had mastered the arts of pursuing or rather admiring happiness.

In fact it was that endless pursuit of joy that had led him further from the Swiftcurrent Creek territory and into another unknown land. He had had an encounter with another wolf before, and know he was curious of what other wolves roamed around the lands nearby.

Perhaps they'd have something that could be of use to the lonely male.