He had wanted to be back and now he was. He had a place within Glorall again, and he was trying to be a working part of the pack. Hunting, learning to fight with Sinclair, doing what he figured was needed to be seen as worthwhile here. That was his goal, after all. To have and keep this chance to stay near family (even if only Tristan cared to forgive him for his absence), and be home. Because this was his home, where he had felt the most connection to. Yes, he had been cubnapped, and yes, he hadn't been allowed to return when he had tried, but this was a different time, and Solitaire was ready to put the past behind him and reach for the future. That was precisely what he was doing now.

Except he had no idea what to do about seeing Viora again. It was strange, and he didn't know what to do, what to say about it. How to deal with seeing her again and knowing that maybe she wouldn't care to know he was back at all. That was something to give him pause in having spotted her here. Thinking she'd left with Tessaract had left him unaware that he might just run into her while in Glorall, so it was fairly surprising to stumble into this situation. Her gaze was suspicious and he doesn't blame her for that, he simply endures it quietly. He lets her have her moments to digest the information that he was here and that he was, well... him. It was surprising for her as well, he was sure.

He doesn't know what she was thinking, so it was up in the air in which to react to it. Then her nose wrinkled, and Solitaire was leaning to Tristan was probably right about her. A second or two later she was standing, jumping down from her rock and marching towards him. Solitaire watched warily, but did not move from his spot. If she had something to say to him, then he'd hear it and go from there. But this was now as much his home as anyone's and he wasn't interested in being shoved out. He's unruffled by her stance, listening to her words. "Here and there, since your precious Tessaract decided not to let me stay when I was a yearling. Guess you never cared enough to find out, so don't act like it's all on me. Play another song, Viora. That one's already old." Guess she brought that side of him out more. What did you know.

[ male ] [ six ] [ unmated ] [ imprint; striker ] [ glorall ]