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Galileo's amber eyes stuck to the other man's figure, that slid slowly closer to him presenting the lonesome male an opportunity to take his mind off the heavy matters in his heart and share his companionship. With a brief dip of his nose, Galileo welcomed the man, motioning gently to the empty space next to him if the man wanted to take a seat.
Though Galileo, apparently, stood on a different side of the spectrum, he did not consider himself to be any more or any less than any of his fellow packmates. Whereas his strenght lied in his mind, he was not even half the warrior or warden, or outrider some of his friends and packmates were. Maybe the his title of being a wise man had been simply awarded because of the illusion his wiry coat and silvery hairs covering his muzzle gave.
But being older and sitting around reflecting on your poor life choices didn't make anyone a philosopher, at least not to Galileo. It was grasping the true understanding of those mistakes what made you better in the end. Like bricks, the decisions taken had to be reevaluated, if not the whole structure could fall into itself. Galileo was an chipped tower that swung delicately from one side to another like a balancing act.
He needed to be renewed, and what better way to do so than demolishing the old walls he had put up and building himself from scratch, brick by brick. With that in mind the peppered male brought a bright smile upon his face "It's harder to find yourself in there than it is to get lost" he commented, holding his ears erect and poised in Dovev's direction anf with a flick of his tail that seeked to summon his attention he invited him to go get lost with him.
He was hoping that this new realization would help him reconstruct his whole architecture.
