Though his last goodbye with his son hadn't been memorable or remotely meaningful, the one he had had with the male standing in front of him had been no better. Galileo stared back at the silver man, his amber eyes not betraying the internal battle inside his heart. Though the boy probably hadn't thought much of it, Galileo had meant every word said by the Otter Creek's edge.
It was both painfully disapointing and angering that while the male had come to seek advice from him that day, he had gone and done the opposite the old man had adviced him to. While being suposedy worried that his loyalties might be questioned the foolish youth had gone and proved their suspicions right. He had packed his bags and walked away, just as things began to look down.
Pitiful.
It was incredible that Galileo had been fooled by his little act --or what he now thought to be an act. The peppered male was still oblivious to the reason behind Bazi and Shadow's feud, and though he would've been greatly saddened by Bazi's irrational decision he would've also been angered by Shadow's defiant attitude.
"That's how you chose it" he barked, a dead-pan expression plastered on his aged face. Galileo didn't know much about packs but he did know that leaving the pack you pledged your heart to when things turned grim was the lowest of the low.
"I am in no mood to interrogate you, as long as you come in peace" he barked then, unsure of how the new Alpha viewed the Creek -- though foe was more suitable than friend, considering the time of the year.
