It had to be the right time to go and see mother's grave, because Solitaire did not want to rush into it for the wrong reasons and tarnish her memory or his own of her. No, he would wait until he was ready and in the right mindset to go and visit her grave. It was a lot to take in so suddenly, too. He had to give himself some time to heal from the news, as well. Solitaire had come home hoping to see her as well as his siblings, and to hear this was heart-wretching to him. He knew that these things happened, that life could be harsh, cruel, but to have this happen as it had, to hear of it so long after it had happened? Solitaire felt crushed.

But he did want to go after the wolf that had killed mother. Because of how Tristan felt on the matter, Solitaire wasn't going to bring it up or talk about these particular feelings, but that did not mean that they weren't still there. Something to keep to himself as he looked for clues to the matter. Though he supposed he needed to focus here first, on what he had and his home. So he would. A grin was given to his brother and the nudge to his shoulder, and Solitaire pushed his nose to Tristan's cheek in brotherly affection. He nods at the words, happy to be here, glad that through all the bad parts, he still had Tristan around.

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