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As much as he had tried to ignore it, the clashing pots and pans came up to him. Or more, the cause of the clashing pots and pans. A small girl pup. A scowl covered his face, but as the child offered up her lunch, he shook his head, the scowl disappearing and covered up by a soft, brief smile, 'No, thank you. It sounded as if you tried really, really hard to get it'. Acting childish, amused him, but recently while trying to raise his rank and aim for his co-rank, there had been strictly no time for that. And beside, it had sounded as if the child had risked injury for the prey. The girl child seemed familiar, 'Now, who do you belong to? And more importantly, where are they?' She smelt like the pack, so if she had joined with her parents, or parent, they couldn't be far. Similarly, if she had joined alone, he assumed someone would be caring for her. Rather like Io and Aslan.
Galileo sat up and shrugged, 'I'm not down, just relaxing. I've been very busy...' He didn't know why he was talking to a child, but at least it was someone to take to that wouldn't judge him.