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"You must be Galileo," The golden eyed wolf said, dipping her head, her standard greeting. Somehow his appearance deceived the one Falwasi had imagined. She had imagined a small, simple and old creature. However he was a large peppered male as she discovered while he stretched before her. "I am Falwasi." She added, a customary introduction.

A bitter breeze ruffled Falwasi's thickening coat. Winters were cold back home, and the transition from her thin and healthy pelt to the heavy, yet beautifully soft one always came to a shock. For some reason, this year she looked forward to the protection of the fur, and the production of it seemed to decrease in its rate because of it.

With a small breath of hesitation, she asked in a calculated voice: "Could you help me with something?" Before triggering her rambling, Falwasi wanted to make sure Galileo was available to speak, averse to waste an ounce of breath. And by the looks of it, he was.