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The gentleman had taken to the lands of a neighbouring pack that day, though not with any ill intent mind you. He had merely ventured there in curiosity, and origionally had no intent of going anywhere past the borders, but he had caught the scent of another female, also not of this pack and followed it. The scent had led Galileo to a graveyard, where the woman was, seemingly sleeping next to the graves. The suited gentleman eyed up a tree not so far away from the woman and easily clambered up it's regal trunk, position himself on one of it's over hanging branches.
He sat up in the boughs reading the names on the tombstones below, he must have cast his blumine eyes over the engraving hundreds of times while he waited for the woman to wake. It would be rude to interupt her sleep, and even if she hadn't been sleeping she would not have noticed the golden hybrid clamber up the tree, or even enter the graveyard. He was still set on staying silent, but it seemed that Apep had better ideas. The reptile nudged his master distastfully, obviously discontented at the lack of attention that he was getting, and the fact that said attention was being transfered to a sleeping woman and a load of old rocks. A scarlet tongue flickered in and out quickly, before the white serpant launched itself at his master's loosly flailing tail. Galileo had yelp, in a rather ungentlemanly way, before flicking the animals grip away. The leaves from the tree had been unsettled in the little outburst and were know floating down onto the woman and the graves. The reptile slithered back off into Galileo's bag.
Fearing that the outburst may have already alerted the female, Galileo spoke, Apologies', before lightly tapping the satchel where the serpant lay. Stupid snake, he thought, hesitating before gazing down at the scene before him.