it smells like dog in here [1]

Galileo was mentioned, and a chuff escaped the cinnamon male. "Galileo -- another wolf who has seemingly disappeared," he muttered, his ears falling flat to his crown. He had wondered of the male's absence, but given the events that had unfolded during the excursion for Star, the cinnamon wolf was no longer willing to send out search parties to try to herd his members together. They were not cattle, and he was not their keeper.. if they left, it was no longer his business to find them.

"Yes, she is pretty," he mused, a small grin forming at his lips as he swung his muzzle to steal a glance at his companion. The white of her pelt rivaled the snow itself, and he could see her appeal to traveling north -- she was built for the endurance of the snow, and it called to her. She would thrive northward. "But she's never given any indication that she's ever wanted family, or anything of the sort. If anything, she seems far more interested in our love life than her own." He gave his muzzle a quick shake, his creamy paws trudging through the snow as the crisp wind tussled his fur. As they migrated further north, his own paws would lead him closer to Bazi, every so often, brushing his shoulder against her own.