There was no undoing the feelings moulded and set by the past, but Solitaire was interested in talking about any of that right now. It was in the past, and that's where it needed to stay. He liked how things were now, for the most part, though he has his concerns that maybe he was all too new here to be recognized for awhile for his skills. Even the tasks he should have done for healer weren't viable options when he started, but he still took care of those that needed it afterwards. It was doing the things that mattered, doing some good within his pack while still reaching for his goal; the rank of Witch. And he would keep going for it, speak to Eden as to what tasks to do in order to gain the rank. It was one of those things were Solitaire was nervous on going to the alpha about it, not sure if he had done enough to get noticed for the ability to even ask.

It feels good to hear his brother tell him that he did good on the hunt, and Solitaire grins at Tristan. "Thanks. You did too." He replied, nodding his head. And the flower picking joke was amsuing in many ways to Solitaire, and he was easy-going with the entire thing; brotherly bantering. "Daisy isn't so bad. Could be worse." He said with a laugh, and it was true. There were worse titled flowers to be called, though he wasn't giving Tristan any ideas on that. His brother had enough all on his own as it was. There was a soft snort made at Tristan at the comment of biting into herbs to leave a bitter taste in his mouth for days. "And I hope a mouse pees on your tail." He joked right back, looking smug. Of course when Tristan questions his love of his new duties, he scrunched up his face. "I like helping, but that doesn't mean I like more wounds on my brother or packmates." He said with a roll of his eyes and a small grin.

Onto fishing, and Solitaire tried to focus on the warter, searching for those elusive fish that they were suppost to be catching. Then he was hit by a splash of water on made a surprised sound, blinking and looking up at Tristan. "Hey!" He barked, giving his brother a mock glare and starting right after Tristan, flopping his fores in front of his brother and slapping the ground in front of himself as a type of dare for Tristan to come back at him; a grin on his face. So much for fishing?

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