Glorall. It's a place that sticks out in his memory, but he did wish all the memories of Glorall were good ones, but there was always something that didn't go right. There had been no acceptance the last time he had come here, come back from everything, wanting only to be closer to family and getting nothing. That coldness had turned him away, and there was no soothing the hurt of those days, weeks, months.. It was hellish to have finally gotten free of the vagabonds to only find that home was no longer there for him. He tries to remember names and looks, but it had been five years gone past since he had seen any of them. Five years alone.

Solitaire hadn't trusted anyone in all that time. Hadn't allowed anyone near him. He doesn't blame his family for what had happened, because it had been their home too, and he was sure they hadn't wished to lose it simply by sticking up for a yearling that had been torn away from them. They hadn't known anything about who he had become or what had happened. It made sense. Or perhaps Solitaire was detatched enough from all of it that he didn't know how to feel abandoned anymore. Life was difficult, but he had gotten through it. And finally, finally.. he wanted to try and feel again. So he went home.

This time, if he was faced by a leader, Solitaire wasn't going to just leave. They would figure it out one way or another, but he wanted to see the rest of his family again; wanted to know if they had been sad that he had not been allowed home the last time. If they had cared to know him at all, or if they though him too lost a cause to bother with. If that was the case, then he'd leave it at that and find a different path. If not.. maybe there was hope left for him yet.

He follows the water, the river, knowing full well that coming on in to a pack was not the best of ideas, but no longer feeling the intense need of survival over what he missed. They would hurt him or they wouldn't, let him stay or give him something to fight for. Nothing to it. Of course it was hard to think after hearing a fair amount of splashing, and then words. The tone sounded almost familiar in a matured kind of way, so Solitaire followed it. And found another wolf being dragged in the river. A wolf with a mask. The kind of mask that Solitaire saw in his own reflection all the time.

Family. He knew the rest of those markings.. some of the first he'd ever seen. And the funny ripple effect of his sister's face.. the mask on his mother's... Solitaire moved quickly after that realization, doing all he could to catch up with the riverbound wolf. And the moment that wolf was close enough to the edge; Solitaire grappled onto the ground and half lunged for the wolf's nape in hopes to grab on and try to pull the male out of the river.

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