Solitaire was starting to fit in, get comfortable within the pack. He wasn't doing great in his task of inviting others to Glorall, but he had been too focused on one such creature to bring in that he hadn't been really trying. Not really good, he knows, but he had been helping in hunting and was learning better fighting skills from Sinclair. He was still trying, if not distracted overly much by trying to find out where Striker had gone off to. Did she still exist? Had she been real at all? Tristan had seen her too, right? But Solitaire hadn't been able to talk to his brother on the matter yet, though he did intend to. Things had been busy, and Solitaire had been trying to prove his worth to stay here.

It was a big deal, and he thinks it was going pretty well. He was unsure if he should be doing more to get noticed, or if his trying for a certain task made sure he was unseen in anything else he did.. He honeslty didn't know how all of that worked, and yes it made him uneasy. Perhaps he should ask Eden about the whole thing sometime? It was an idea. Jumping to a task without thinking it fully through was a hazard, and Solitaire was a little bit.. impulsive, sometimes. Couldn't really be helped, but he could still work on the matter. There was so much on his mind and he was starting to feel a little bogged down by it. Time to find someone to talk to, he supposed.

Though that was when he heard the call, and although he was a distance away -- probably the opposite side of the packlands, even -- he was still going to go to it. If he was called, he needed to go. That simple. Of course his siblings and mother had been also called. He know mother wouldn't be there, and wondered if Viora would show up. Tristan probably would, because Tristan was the type of wolf someone could rely on. That was something that Solitaire loved about his brother. When needed, as far as he could tell, Tristan was always there. It was a warming feeling, and Solitaire was happy to know he wouldn't have to be devoid of family here.

He keeps going, still not sure how he thinks of Viora, though he wants that to work out, too. It was mostly up to her right now, so he had to let it be until she was ready to let him know. Still, with her he had a backbone, and he wouldn't let her walk all over him. Not going to happen. Soon enough he spots the trio of them -- Viora had shown up -- and it takes a few seconds for it to click as to who the third one was. Covet? The last time he'd seen him.. they'd gotten sort of the same terrible greeting from the old alpha. Not a day Solitaire was happy to remember, but he wasn't against Covet for it. The male had been in the same boat, more or less. So he gives a nod, glancing between them all curiously.

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