Solgar does make note of Pulse's comment, but his expression remains deliberately unfathomable. He has no idea who Spartan is, for he has not taken the time to investigate the rest of Tinuvel, and neither is he particularly interested. As long as this chap keeps his mitts away from my girls, we'll have no problems. Solgar is very much an isolationist, you see: his cares die away the moment he steps over the border of his home. Pulse is not 'his', however - not yet at least - so it is none of his business what she's been up to recently.

What does prick his interest is what she says next, though again he swallows his feelings, instead only flicking his ears forward to subtly suggest that he has taken on board what the mare has said. He pretends to be surprised when she offers him her nose, reacting only after a short, hesitant delay in which he eyes her curiously, as if uncertain whether her sincere greeting is truly sincere. But evidently he is pleased with this exchange, for afterwards he stands a little taller and pays a bit more attention to the conversation at hand.

Until she asks the question.

Eyes narrowing, he thoughtfully chews on his bottom lip for a few moments. It's difficult for him not to feel defensive, but he doesn't want to scare Pulse away so soon. His brain and his heart are at an impasse. "You should listen to your friend. I can promise nothing of the sort," he eventually says. "If I did I would be lying. I imagine this... Tarrant promised all sorts of things, didn't he? And look where you two are now." He swishes his tail and hopes at the very least they will respect his honesty. At Winter's question, his gaze shifts to her pale face and he raises a brow.

"The continent. Then here, then the continent again. Wherever life chose to take me."