Even if Galileo could not deny that Danica had also been his first friend in the Creek, he knew that the strong bond between them could not excuse Shadow's fault. Even if he had not resisted the urge of fighting for her justice he could've done it through dialogue -- not acusations and razor edged words. The man was at least decent enough to admit that -- but what had been done could not be changed. Not by Bazi or by him.
They had both made mistakes, though in the older man's mind it
had been Shadow's which weighed more than Bazi's. Even if they had not fought, the chance of wanting to stay with the Sveijarns had always been present.
And though Shadow could not be punished for forming his own pack based on his ideals, it still pained Galileo that after having come to him in worries of his loyalty he had lurred some of the members of the Creek to far grounds. Had he turned his altercation with Bazi as an excuse to drive them away.
Though the silver male continued to assure his words were honest, there was not a bit of the peppered male's heart moved by his narration. He did not believe him, but he would no longer call him a lier. The benefit of the doubt was the only thing he deserved -- and that just because of their past friendship.
"What was said and done will remain in your mind and hers -- I wish an serene season for you and your pack; though we no longer share any type of relation know that I will not be the one to adress you or your pack with an insult as long as you do not do it either." he barked solemly while swishing his tail sideways.
