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He had been told to come by Gemma, who said she had someone for him to meet. He had made the long journey up to the neutral territory around Anathema, not wanting to venture onto any pack lands. He had donned his Lupus form again, his satchel slung around his neck, modified for ease of use. He sat happily on top of a fallen tree, waiting for the white female to arrive. The hybrid creature's blumine eyes scanned the surrounding areas. Athough he was a patient man, he had no wish to wait around on this occasion. He had already howled several times and was restraining himself from calling once more. And then once more after that. He kneaded the surface beneath him impatiently, his tail dancing behind him slowly.
He didn't particularly like this sort of terrain, it wasn't like the coastal paradise he dreamed of. He wanted the deep scent of salt in his lungs, the taste of fish filling his stomach. The rabbits he once thought were the best around no longer entertained his tastebuds. He had gained a few books on fishing on his way up, they now lay in his bag which was lying beside him. The reptile he was often seen with had left his side some time ago, though Galileo knew he'd find his way back soon.