He notices how he's being watched, the fact that he's close by to Tristan and his scent hadn't quite gotten rid of that loner background. Soon, he hoped it would. Once he was finally accepted into Glorall he would spend his time working on what needed to be done, trying to prove he belonged here rather than anywhere else or left out in the cold. He also wanted to make Tristan proud of him, glad to be his brother. That was high on his priorities, too. Not that there was much besides that and being an asset to the pack. With those two things being worked on, Solitaire would find comfort in them.

He was willing to do whichever task he was found suitable for, and he was willing to learn to fight, to hunt in groups, to patrol in a way that was efficient and good. He would do all of these things if he could, because this was the life he wanted. To be here where he had been born and had craved to be a part of for so long. Before he had felt that he had failed in some way, though he hadn't known how and didn't understand how to fix it. Where had he been wrong? What had he done then that made him get looked over? He had been perfectly subservant looking; laying down as he was now.

Best not to think of the past that way, because he did not want it harming here and now. He had to be confident, show he was worth something, that he was no longer an unsure yearling. Solitaire could be useful. Then Eden was speaking, and Solitaire became hopeful with the words spoken. At the word 'welcome', his heart lept in his chest and he had a hard time containing his excitement over it. His expression said it all, however. Bright and smiling and looking like there was nothing better than this. He nods and rises enough to come closer, wanting to do whatever Eden wished of him.


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