i'm gonna assume this is a day after the meeting
It was another winter morning, and again the clock had begun to race, what had at first felt like seconds turned quickly into minutes which later joined together to turn into hours. He had been laying in the cold floor of his den for at least two hours now, his legs twisted beneath his body as he stared ahead into the empty spaces over the rock walls of his home.
Finally, his heavy eyelids closed over his eyes as if whatever spectacle he had been watching had come to an end. He held his eyes closed for another second or two, inhaling the cold air that filled the den before finally raising himself to stand.
Then, with his feet dragging over the floor he slipped past the exit to his den and into the white powdered land outside. Galileo liked the way the snow seemed to clean the place out of the past conflict it had held. After his reunion with Scimitar, and the pack meeting it finally seemed things would head the right way. Perhaps Bazi's trip had been after all, rewarding.
It had certaintly served as a life lesson for the female, and had given Scimitar the opportunity to rise as the leader the Creek had so desperately longed for.
Maybe it would be good for him to have a voyage of his own.
He took off in a slow trot, hoping to run across another wolf before having reached the borders. He did not want to leave without telling anyone, even if his plan was to leave for two nights tops, he had learned from Bazi's experience that sometimes, plans meant nothing.
