king with no throne

Dante could have sympathized had he known Galileo's thoughts. Also a counselor to be, he did not speak of his own troubles. Instead he listened to others, attempting to give them assistance if they needed it. His own worries he preferred to deal with himself.

"I am glad to be able to give you the news, then." He figured it would bring many of the Creek wolves relief. Despite the differences they had, he knew were he in their place he would not wish death on any packmate past or present, no matter what their transgressions were.

"The not knowing can be a hardship," he responded softly in return to the statement, thinking on his own family left behind. Tarin, were she still alive and well, probably had children of her own by now. Of Daes, though, he knew nothing. It was unlikely his brother had survived, especially if their treacherous snake of a half-sister had anything to say about it. He regretted leaving him, but he would not come. "But it can be a blessing too. For if it is unknown, then nothing is set in stone." If he had a loved one presumed dead, at least he still had some measure of ability to imagine them alive and well. That could be a comfort in itself. He did not ask Galileo of the circumstances, sensing the man was not a sharing sort.