The amount of strenght that it took for the man to pull the corner of his lips into that mediocre smile was enormous. Dante was right, the gesture was a mask for his inner worries and anxieties. As a man shaped by the years he knew better than to spill his preocupations and demons to whoever crossed his path; he had learned to be prudent and not to wash his dirty laundry in public.
He dipped his head once more as the greyscale male assured that no harm had been made. He was not an intruder thus he was not to be treated as a threat --not as he was one either way. "Nice to meet you, Dante. I am Galileo", he barked with a small smile that was more genuine than the first. Though there was a limit to what coud be done when you're esophagus burned with guilt.
"No, I'm from Swiftcurrent Creek, have you heard of it? " the man barked with a little head tilt at the end. He knew very little of packs outside the creek's reigns, but the opportunity to learn more about another was fairly attractive.
"I suppose you're from the resident pack, which one is it?", he asked the younger male, his eyes flickering around the foliage for a second.
