Eventually, he'll ask about mother. Eventually he'll want to know, but he hadn't been in the right mindset to ask quite yet. He gave it time, letting things settle a little. He wanted to ensure he got into the pack before he dredged up too many more old memories and heartaches. Solitaire didn't want to feel those things yet, and he knows that he needed to buck up about it. For a loner, however, what he was currently doing -- trying to join Glorall and be social -- was a task in itself. Overwhelming to a mind that had been closed off to others for so very long. Years. Solitaire was taking it one step at a time.

Nothing wrong with doing that he figured. He could get used to the idea of a pack if and when he was accepted into it, and he could hang out with his brother who he hadn't seen in five years. He could re-learn how to be a helpful member of a pack and prove that he belonged within it, too. These were his goals so far, and he was working on the otherwise social bit too, where he could. That was why he had come along closer to this little gathering -- that was starting to fill out quite a bit (it may even be making him nervous!) However, Solitaire lingers by, starting to move closer to the rest.

Then Tristan arrives, and Solitaire feels better about the whole thing and moves up beside Tristan, bumping his brother's shoulder lightly in greeting. Ears perked, he watched the others, listening to them. Yes, it was easier on him, more soothing to be in Tristan's presence around large crowds. It calmed him, made him less anxious. Some spoke, but most were quiet and that was a little strange, he thought. More and more gathered, but he stood there, curious. When the female that had been there after the first who had called spoke, Solitaire blinked. Religious gathering? That would be strange to him. But he said nothing.


[ male ] [ six ] [ unmated ] [ unimprinted ] [ loner ]