While his voice was stained with grief, Galileo wasn't one to point out the flaws. As an aspiring Naturalist he had an eye trained to see the beauty among mundane objects. Unlike most of the wolves, that lived their lives on the run, as if time was nipping their heels; Galileo appreciated the simplicity of nature, the flowers, plants, clouds and especially the luminous beings of the sky.
As the male offered his piece of mind, followed by a confession of being a stranger to that feeling, the peppered male dipped his head in appreciating for his words. This, unfortunately, was not the first ghost Galileo carried upon him. The phantom of his sister also weighed down his shoulders, and though he was certain she was not alive, he still missed her dearly every day."Sometimes it's better to lack knowledge in some subjects" he barked, referring to his luck of not knowing what it was like to feel his heart tearing with uncertainty.
His amber eyes fell onto Dante's face, irratiating gratitude as the man wished him well. They owed each other nothing, and still he was giving him his sympathy. It was a small gesture that any wolf with manners would have, but to Galileo it was enough to decide that this encounter would not be the last. If the man allowed so, the seed of friendship that had been buried in their hearts would flourish.
He smiled, and without hesitation, proceeded to tell what now only felt like owed."It was my son, I left him when he was two months old" he barked, his throat closing as the words left his mouth. Dante had no way of knowing the real reasons for his departure and even if he knew them there was a chance that he still saw his actions unexcused. It was a chance he was willing to take anyways.
