He had been paying attention to the forefront of the group and to Tristan when that odd feeling swept over him, and Solitaire had to glance around for the cause of said feeling. Of course when he spotted her, things became oddly quiet inside his head, and for once he didn't feel initial distrust or caution towards her. The only thing he really felt at this point was the urge to be closer to her. Another thing that was far from normal to Solitaire.

Another bump to the shoulder was given to Tristan, this time with more urgency in the action. His gaze never swayed from the female in all this, but he was still trying to get his brother's attention. "Tristan, Tris! Who is she? Do you know her?" His voice was low enough so that hopefully only Tristan would hear, but Solitaire's very skin felt like it was vibrating. He just felt like going over there and being near her..

He doesn't remember any talks of imprints or anything of that nature when he was young, but he had also been pulled away from his family quite early. Then he left, and there was no knowledge of what happened here or why. This was all very new to him, and Solitaire couldn't for the life of him understand why it was happening, why he was feeling this way. Why her, of all wolves. And he really felt the need to know her name, too.


[ male ] [ six ] [ unmated ] [ imprint - striker ] [ loner ]