Sandcastles

*Galileo* · 08-07-2013, 06:09 AM

ooc: hey guys, I hope you don't mind me popping in, but I wanted to play Gali a little <3

He had begun to outgrow the nervousness that had characterized him for so long. But Galileo would never be a chatterbox, not like his sister Orica, at least. Still, he could talk to strangers now. Even if they were creepy strangers who looked like part of their face had been torn off and had stolen his pack from him. But the one thing that he really missed, more than he was willing to admit, was playing with the other puppies of Glaciem. They had all grown up a lot since they had lost their home, moved to Tortuga, and then left what felt like days later. There would be no more giant puppy piles, playing around in the mud while Orica tried to 'fix' the ones who had been 'killed.' No, Galileo and his siblings had outgrown that what felt like an eternity ago. When was the last time he had played?

It had even been a while since the last time that he had really conversed with his sisters. He missed them. It was difficult for him to admit, but it was true. They were important to him. He would always, always protect them. They would never have to be unhappy, not as long as Galileo was around, right? Well, he would do his best, at least. And that was all he could do.

The thought of his siblings made his paws adjust their wandering path, just slightly, when the scent of Orica drifted under his nose. Ears twitching a little, the male pricked up his pace just slightly, heading towards his sister. "What, you're not going to invite me?" He questioned, a playful note to his voice as he approached her. It had been a while since they'd really spent time together; Orica was often off with Cross, and it kind of pained him to think that was closer to her cousin than to her brother, but he wasn't entirely blameless for that. After all, Galileo wasn't exactly the most social of wolves. He tended to keep to himself. And that was far from Orica's fault.

Maybe today he could spend some time with both of his sisters. The thought made his tail wave easily in the air, a proud banner as he examined his sister thoughtfully. How was she taking to the move? For that matter, how was Avalon feeling about being a band of rogues instead of a pack? These were things he needed to know if he was to protect them properly. Protection wasn't something that came naturally to them, but he didn't want them hurt, you see? So he slipped into this protective nature like it was an oversized coat, one that occasionally slipped up enough that you could see the true Galileo beneath it. Which was probably a strange way of putting it, to say the least.

"speech!"

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