Triple Threat

Later than some of his fellow siblings to the gathering, Galileo took his time in arriving. He had tailed Tiberious when the pup had escaped from the den, and curious to see what was going on, Gali had been hot on his heels. Once he had spotted the mud puddle that the pups had brawled over, Galileo had sat back in the shadows, trying to decide if he wanted to get involved. His nervous nature ruled that he shouldn't, but as he watched, Galileo found himself peering at the stances of his siblings, trying to guess how best to knock them over, to proclaim his dominance over all of them and rule the mud puddle, just like he would rule his own pack some day. Maybe. Hmm.

Tail wagging a little, Galileo melted out of the shadows only when his sister made her appearance, padding up to Orica and settling back on his haunches beside her. His tail wagged in greeting, a more absentminded thing as the quiet male examined his 'siblings' and their game. Hmm. Did he want to get involved? Or would he just watch. Perhaps he would watch for a little bit; figure out how they were tackling each other, commit it to memory, and then get involved. But that was a bit complicated for his young mind to process.

So Galileo just watched for the moment, "Orica!" The youngster called to his sister, "'Cha doin'?" Well, it looked weird. Very weird, to be precise.