Hunger

Like a prince, the yearling held himself powerfully. He walked with his head held high and his tail extended behind him like a banner. There was no submission to the male's stride as he carried himself through these foreign lands. He owned them, even if they were far from his true home in the North. He could always get used to a place like this, if his family found their way here during their wanderings, but the idea didn't draw Galileo as much as the North did. He had never wanted anything more than the happiness that could be found in a cramped den that was shared with his sisters. But now, his family had expanded, and Galileo found himself with new burdens heavy on his shoulders. He had taken to them with the strength that one might have expected of a son of Gargoyle, but things got to be too much every once in a while.

That was what had drawn him out here. However, what had kept him in this place was the scent of another. It had drifted beneath his muzzle a few short moments ago, and Galileo had adjusted his path, a flicker of curiosity filling his thoughts as he made his way along, tracing the scent until at last he found its origin; a decently sized, powerfully built black wolf with sharp red eyes. The wolf had nothing on his father in terms of size, Galileo noted with a hint of pleasure in his two-toned gaze, but he certainly measured up to Galileo with ease. Perhaps it would behoove him to be respectful.

His ears pricked in the other male's direction as Galileo straightened to his full height, letting a greeting fall from his maw. "Hello," Galileo spoke simply, his voice cool. The nervous pup that he had once been was now long gone, forgotten by the wayside as he had grown. More responsibilities had matured him into the wolf that he was now; a wolf who wished nothing more than to find a safe place for his family. He didn't seek any trouble, but he wouldn't back down if push came to shove.