It would seem there was one given to hear my call, a female whom loped from across the fields and within my direction, her white sides awash with healing skin and the scent of dried blood that spoke of battle. The Queen perhaps? I cannot say I knew, after all, I have never before travelled down from the mountains and yet even the great view from the peaks of Spirane could not allow the gold and black of my gaze to seek the place my mind seemed so determined to find- assured it existed beyond my dreams. Perhaps my Father was right to name me as he did, after all, I spent a great deal of time with my eyes turned upon the stars- though it was not so much they themselves I sought, but the answers to questions my mind seemed to pull from places I could not remember. Maybe I would find my answers here. I allowed my form to remain as it was, seated upon the border line of this pack of fields, muzzle of chocolate and tinted gold turned towards the white was as she in turn paused before myself, my own lanky frame held loosely in a manner that gave no threat. I mean, what good would threatening do? I was not here to take any lands from those whom owned them, at least, not today.

Her tone was easy and yet stern as if her question was more demand than inquiry and yet I found I hardly minded, my own features contorted into a look of open surprise, if not slight confusion, head tilted softly to the side in the way one not yet grown can still manage in a way that offers naivety. The words I offered held a tone as innocent as her own, for truly the question I offered was not but innocent in nature, my mind so often given to question the most obvious of the world around me. Father called it sarcasm, I think he simply did not appreciate wit.

“I should hope it had a reason, why else should I sit here and call if not to be heard? That is a strange thing to ask.”

I allowed my lip to lift ever so slightly, to betray the good nature of the humour that existed within my words whether she should care to appreciate them or not. Perhaps if she does not desire an obvious answer she should not ask obvious questions and yet perhaps it was merely her way, it did not matter, to displease her was not my goal- even if it is I seem to displease whether I desire it or not. I allowed my smile to edge slightly higher, head dipped in a greeting respectful if not polite in turn as I regarded her before gesturing to the land behind her.

“I am Galileo, once of Spirane though I have left the mountain now. I…..am looking for a land…a flat land and another directed me here and I wondered, perhaps, if I could see your land? I am looking for a special place, I think I will know when I see it and really, please, if I could just see even a little of the land I would be appreciative.”

I paused momentarily to at least assess her reaction to my words, golden ears pricked forward and towards the snowy white wolf, head tilting slightly once more.

“I could stay in the pack if you wanted, at least for a little while- could you use more wolves? My Father is perhaps the most famous of all Advisors, or so he would tell you, he says I am not so smart as he- but there are other things I can do.”