painted realities

*Galileo* · 06-02-2013, 08:08 AM

There was something to be said for standing on top of a rock when you were a pup. It gave you a vantage point above everyone, which was something that Galileo had never experienced before. It made him feel big; it made him feel strong. It made him feel like his father, and he liked it. His father, the proud Chief of Glaciem, who protected everyone. Who lead the pack with pride and strength and, well, it was an entrancing fantasy. Galileo stretched slightly, lifting his head high and stilling his tail's enthusiastic wagging as he turned to survey his surroundings.

And that was when he spotted the plumy tail of . . . Pericles. A smirk crossed Galileo's features and he crouched low to the rock upon which he was perched, and threw himself to the ground, aiming to bowl Pericles over with a happy yip. "Gotcha!" Galileo called out as he flung himself at the other pup, laughing happily as he did so.

He had a long way to go before he was grown up, and that was just the way that Galileo liked it.

"speech!"

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