Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

galileo is such a depressive butt lately :o

He had slipped silently after Estoc made his entrance, and though he saw the many bodies of his packmates lingering around the meeting place he simply sinked away from them all in order to take a seat aside from the crowd. While the rest of the pack assembled to hear the man's speech, Galileo kept staring down, his gentle features twisted into sharp angles that contorted his face into a frown. Maybe the harshness of growing old was finally catching up to his young spirit, or maybe he was just tired of being a fraud.

The coldness of the first weeks of winter had brought more than just snow; for reasons unknown the generally smiling man was sulking in a corner, his ears positioned not to miss any of Scimitar's words, but his eyes and his heart gone somewhere else.