male | seven | tied to striker | cobryn x enigma
Solitaire was glad to be a part of the pack in this way. He could make a difference here, could save lives, maybe. That was a good goal to have, and so far there weren't any other healers that he could find in Glorall, which made him a little more difficult to replace, and meaningful as the only healer here. Not that Glorall was all that active right now, but a lull wasn't a bad thing. It was a pack gaining it's ground again after a new ruler. Though from what had been happening recently, a few packs were going through the process now. Must be the season for that sort of thing, he supposed. But he knew his place and Glorall was his home, the place of his birth. This was where he wanted to be.

And so far, Tristan wanted that as well as far as Solitaire could tell. That made him feel better, more at home here. Without Tristan, Solitaire wasn't sure what he would have done. His brother being around made him feel bolder, more like he belonged. That was something that could not be replaced. And Solitaire was amused at how modest Tristan was about the hunt, but Solitaire had seen the effore his brother put into the hunt regardless. That was what mattered. "It was brave to go after it at all. Going for the leg was risky in that the thing could have still bitten you." And that much was very true. It was easier to turn and bite at someone at the leg than other spots.

He's unoffended by the flower joke, certainly. He was a creature that often would be among them and knew their worth, so why would he be bothered by a nickname of one? It was sort of fitting. And he's grinning at the reaction about a mouse peeing on Tristan's tail, chuckling to himself over the idea of it even before Tristan was laughing. "Maybe." He replied with a grin. The next words had him nodding; as long as he could help his brother and the pack, then he felt good with his job. The playing easily put his mind at ease, though. He made the dare and Tristan took it, and he tumbled over at the lunge with a short bark of laughter, feeling the tugs to his ears and licks to his face; trying to slobber on Tristan before his brother had gotten up, was taunting him to catch. He ran, leaping to pivot and try and flop on Tristan and look for tickle spots to attack. Gently.