There would be time to deal with his inner turmoil on the matter of mother's death and going to her grave, but Solitaire had to keep his mind clear of the bad thoughts that welled up. That mother had been murdered and she should be avenged. Solitaire couldn't say that he would be able to do that, but if given the chance, he just might try it anyways. He owed mother that much, he thinks. Still, he had to put all that aside for now and focus on the good things, decide how he would approach the subject of going to mother's grave. Eventually he would feel ready, but until then, he knew he had to wait it out. Maybe make something of himself first, so that she would be proud of him. Sure, she couldn't tell him either way, and she'd probably know just as well now as to when he did visit her grave, but something about doing that made it more.. final, or something. Tangible.

He has Tristan to keep him going, to give him hope and cause him to smile, and these things work. Solitaire would have time to look around Glorall and get more used to him home, and he was happy about that, too. So when Tristan nudges him back, Solitaire grinned at his brother, watching as Tristan turned to leave. Border patrol. That was a good job as any, he'd think. Something Solitaire would help out with as well when he felt it was needed; let the others have a chance first but always be watching just in case the others were busy. That was something that Solitaire could do, for sure. Once Tristan was out of his sight, Solitaire glanced around where he was at, taking in a deep breath before he started off on his own through the packlands. This was another adventure, and one that he could not wait to watch unfold.

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