short spree post 
Galileo nodded, his face taking on an authorotive expression as his lupus form followed on wihtout complaint. 'Theres two islands' he said, his voice strong and powerful. He had noticed them over his time in the Western Tangles, he had muse for a long time over which island to claim as his own, finally chosing the smaller of the two, on the basis that he had no need for anything too large and that it would, in the end, be easier to keep.
The hybrid followed his darker companion, his teak dipped paws moving steadily along the cracked and uprooted human streets. These surfaces were not as kind to his paws as the soft grassy surfaces were, and there were a far way away from the sandy floor Galileo had so often trapsed across.
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