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'Galileo' he said softly, falling into a sitting position a few yards away from the other darker male. Perhaps this male was hunting? Or perhaps he was in the same dilema as the d'Artisan himself, aiming for something larger, but finding himself without aid. The earthen creature's tail flicked a fly away from his back, self consciously almost. He waited for a moment, blinking a few times, then he spoke, 'You hunting?'. He studied the male, taking note of the sun like markings around his eyes, the orbs golden also. He twisted his neck round, catching a glimpse of his own markings, naturally arisen at birth. Unlike this male's sun, the color he didn't think could occur of it's own accord. Blonde, golden or chestnut maybe , but bright yellow he doubted. However he didn't push this matter, it was irrelevant in any case.
Galileo's collie tail wrapped itself around his legs and then unfurled again. He glanced around at his surroundings, wondering what hunting was avalible around here. He assumed it was the same as around d'Arte. Although this task presented him with having to go out and find people to help him, and as much as he felt uncomfortable with such things, if he wanted the Venator co-rank it was something he had to put up with.