The slow shift of the weather was enough to put the older adult into a sad funk. For some reason Winter had always managed to steal more than just his warmth, it was occurent during this season for the male to move slower and fall into deep thought more often. It was not always bad, but it wasn't pleasant the majority of times.
Before the Alpha's call, Galileo had been laying still on his den's floor. Motionless and silent, he made himself wonder if that was was dying felt like. The coldness of the floor seeping into his bones could've been mistaken by the feeling of a soul slipping from a body -- or at least that was what he had thought.
Leaving the doldrums aside, the peppered male lifted his head off the ground as his the sound of his name reached his ears. He got up as promtly as he could and began his exhausted trot to meet the young man's demands.
