“I’m planning to do nothing with them at the moment, to be honest. If something crosses my mind, or something inspires me, I’ll try to create it with them. That is, if I can get them untangled,” the young woman explained thoughtfully with furrowed eyebrows, but her face quickly smoothed over. “Anyway, do you know what this exact place is called?” Evelyn was certain this little haven was not overlooked by the original wolves of Cercatori d’Arte, and they had to have a title for it. The wolfdog would like to return here one day, and maybe invite a few other pack members she has come to know in the past few days.

Evelyn, distracted by talking to Galileo, nearly did not catch a flash of light that swiftly came as it went. Of course, after the lighter flicked off another flame, the girl’s curiosity took its course and started to ask questions about it, and from there jump from topic to topic so fast that it can be easily found annoying, and without pausing in breathe with no chance of the Berlin man to reply with ease. “What’s that, and how is it making fire? What’s the design on it, does it mean anything? Hey, what about that thing earlier that crawled off your shoulder, was it a legless lizard? Is it your pet, does it have a name?”

Finally she stopped shooting her rapid inquires once her lungs ran out of breathe to fuel them, and had to take a few moments to intake some air, giving some time for Galileo to respond. Evelyn wasn’t always this hyperactive; she just assumes this is how others her age act: happy, carefree, not concerned about anything important that should be taken into consideration. Not being with others her age since she was about six months old can only make her guess at what she should act like in a social situation, and took the term “friendly” to its extremes.

Evelyn looked slightly disappointed when Galileo said that he did not know if this place has a name or not. Maybe someone else would know? While she pondered that thought, she watched the other Luperci reach up in the tree for something, and at first it looked like a very straight stick. But then the Wood girl realized it was actually a cane. A cane? He doesn’t look that old to be carrying one around… Instead of asking, she just glanced at it, wondering what its purpose could possibly be; she thought that maybe he could have some leg injury, or perhaps it had a special meaning to Galileo. Whatever it was, Evelyn did not pester him about it, and listened as he answered her numerous questions.

“Flammable fluid?” Evelyn asked to no one in particular, just stating it for her own ears to hear. Maybe that’s the same stuff that burned down the old house… It smells like it, too, so it must be. The wolfdog had been wondering what that liquid was that accidently lit up her old home that made her travel to Nova Scotia about a week ago, and it was obviously something that the humans left behind; she knew no wolf that could make a small metal container that held fluid that could let anyone control a small flickering flame. She shook her head clear of her wandering thoughts and followed Galileo’s gaze towards where Apep went.

“I never saw a snake before, to be honest,” the girl explained, “Sorry that I assumed he was a pet, it’s just that you two seem very close, considering he wasn’t trying to bite you.” Evelyn herself tried to befriend small creatures before when she was younger, but the skittish animals would usually give her small bites that made her go crying to her mother. She smiled at that memory for a moment, but then looked surprised as Galileo pulled out a thin sword out of the cane─ so that’s why he carries that around, Evelyn thought in the back of her mind─ and wondered if he was going to skewer her for disturbing his nap and then avalanched him with questions.

But, as Galileo started to press the blade against his hand, she relaxed, and replied to his question with nervous relief from not getting shiskabobed, “No, I’ve only been here for a few days.” Then, with an awkward smile, Evelyn added in an apologetic tone while avoiding his subtle glare, “Sorry if I came off as, ah, abrasive.” Even if he did not seem hostile, it wasn’t on the girl’s agenda to start a small feud with a pack member she just met over the silliest of things, and of course pulling out a sharp weapon pointed that out─ no pun intended.

Evelyn was curious as to how he has discovered upon a handy device, but once again she held her tongue with quite ease; her outburst of questions was only a showcase of her trying to make friends, which soon became standoffish. For moment, the girl wondered if it was from a book, since it seems a lot of Luperci around these parts seemed to be educated enough to read. Now, she was not stupid or dull, but despite all of what her old pack tried to do, her eyes refused to read too many words at a time, a paragraph at the most. This inability made her think she was somehow different from everyone around her, but of course she did not show it, and shoved it away her despair with a toothy smile whenever the thought came to mind. But now that she was in a pack that one of the artistic talents was writing, she would not be able to read her fellow peers’ work and it started to bother her again.

“Well, I came from a place where the little guys would probably freeze their scales off,” she explained, and cocked her head to the side when Galileo went on about how he and Apep got along with obvious interest. Evelyn was really into overdramatic gestures, so it was easy to read her emotions through her body language. The girl took the invite to sit next to the older boy, listening to his informative talk about snakes and his companionship. Evelyn could not help but smile at Galileo’s ease and charm when he talked about the reptiles, and she was also a good listener, her ears stretched forward to lap up his words. Then, she smiled a small smile, one that looked natural and not really the forced, goofy one she usually wears, “I’m an only child, but my friend Bernard in my old pack was just like an older brother, so I guess I can compare.” Like Galileo, she was the one who always did the nipping, which in return would get one back.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” the wolf agreed to his statement about her number of major problems, and was glad that he brought that up; Evelyn should not start worrying about little things like tripping over trees and bomb attacks by bugs, and be happy about her relatively peaceful life. She was starting to like this coyote hybrid, and maybe by the end of the day she could add this guy to her so far short list of friends. What also helped was his somewhat attracting voice─ in a non-romantic way, of course; the assurance, confidence, and charm in his tone did nothing but made the girl surer about anything he said. It was easy to get along with Galileo when she was not trying to be accidently overbearing and when there was not a pointy object involved.

“By the looks of it, it’d seem it would have been nice to have a companion like that, if they would have been able to survive from where I’m from,” Evelyn said with a contented sigh, her mind pulsing with memories from the couple months that she had spent alone in a beaten down house. In the first few weeks living by herself was nearly like hell for a seven month old wolf. But she learned to cope and survive. She gotten used to being a loner, but that time can be forgotten, since now she had others she can depend on and for them to hopefully trust back. Having a small friend to help her through that time would have probably eased the pain, Evelyn thought, but it was over and done with and she could only look forward to making new friendships with people of her own species.

“As a matter of fact, I do have a house in Thornbury,” she said happily. “It’s a small little shop, near the northeast corner of the town. Needs a little fixing, but, I think I can bring it back into its former glory, also with little bit of my touch. But, it also needs a paint job; the color on it is awful, but I don’t have anything to cover it with.” After a moment, she thought of asking Galileo if he was a painter, but she decided that was enough random questions out of her, and let the man have a chance at asking some himself.

A moment later, the white snake had come back with a prize from his hunt, and Galileo stood up with a cough. She herself was about to stand when the older boy placed the rodent that Apep caught near her. “Thanks,” Evelyn said with a small smile, knowing that it was a moment’s thought of a gift, but she was grateful, nonetheless. After making sure she gathered all her things, she placed her bag back on her shoulder in its usual place, with a limp mouse hanging out of the side like it was taking a ride. “Well, just so you know, if you need anything to be fixed, or just want an item to get created, just give me a call,” she told Galileo with a smile that did not seem as goofy as the others she used when she disturbed the man. “I’ll do anything; for the right price,” Evelyn laughed in a joking matter, but if what she said was a joke, was for Galileo to decide upon himself.

“A horse,” she said to herself, staring off into space for a moment. Again, she never saw one in person, but Evelyn has heard of them. But, she did not see herself as a horse person either, nor any creature-person at all. The most she could probably do with a horse was for it to be trained to carry her things. To ride one, Evelyn cannot even imagine climbing on top of a thing that could easily trample her; from what she has been informed, it was not a pleasant thing to get clobbered by a hoof, and trying to befriend one with them could earn you a few scars if you did the wrong thing. The girl would rather stay indoors and build something than to spend the day getting treaded on, or that how it she saw it.

The wolf-dominant hybrid blinked out of her minor spacing and smiled when Galileo offered up his services. “Well, I am not looking for something too out of place, just a simple solid color.” Evelyn, after a moment of thought, added, “Yet, I guess we can put a few things on it, to liven it up a bit.” The more she thought about it, the more appealing it seemed to have just a few images on her house, just to show how much she loves her new home in the pack. She did not know what Galileo like to paint, but she was sure he was as good with his hands at spray painting as she was with building.

“Anyway, again, sorry for disturbing you earlier. But it was still a pleasure meeting you,” Evelyn said with her hand extended once more, for a handshake in farewell. “We can start the painting anytime you want, just run by my place in Thornbury; you cannot miss it.”