Solitaire had gotten a nice collection of plants and herbs over the past days, and he was really into all the healing things lately, wanting to remember it all and do a good job at it. Keep the pack healthy and healing when they all needed it. It gave him purpose, something to fill his time with that was a worthy thing, rather than lazing about. He had been without direction for a long time in his life (or the wrong direction, a bigot to the vagabonds for what he did not agree with), and it was good to finally have some meaning. He liked being in a pack setting, despite having been alone for so long, and the fact that he had some major trust issues to overcome. And yet he had relented in that for the hunt, because if one did not trust the others in such a dangerous hunt, well.. it could end badly. But Solitaire had taken the leap of faith, and he was glad that he had. It had been quite a feast, even if not well taken by the rest...

But it did strengthen his feelings of loyalty to those who had been there, hunted and bled with him. That was enough, too. Even more it made him want to look out for those who had been there for the rest of the pack, and for Frostbite who had suffered the worst of the wounding on the hunt. She was a fierce creature to be sure, and it was good to have her in the pack. When she arrived, he smiled at her words, nodding his head to her. "And good day to you. It has indeed." He responded, listening to her guess to his calling for her here. "You are correct. I want to make sure you are healing up well. Are there any pains in particular with it?" He asked lightly, moving to inspect the wound a little, debating what herbs would be the most soothing to the area.

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