He isn't really sure what he is made up of by now, because he was learning new things about himself the more he was around others. It was strange in some aspects, because he had never realized exactly how driven he could be towards something if he believed in it, until being here. It was, granted, part of why he had finally come back; to return home to whatever family was left if it was, no matter what he had to get to that. Then he hadn't let his sister step all over him or pressure him into guilt, either. He knows his own story better than her shallow perceptions of it, so she couldn't throw any of it back in his face. Still, she was family and he would always be there for her, even if she disliked him and blamed him for his absence. Even if she did not approve of him not allowing her to walk all over him.

Yet he did have a kind nature overall, and that want to be accepted and part of something that mattered. To have others to look out for that would in turn look out for him. He thrived with that being the case now, and despite the fact that he did not easily trust, he was starting to come out of that shell as well. The hunting party risked their lives to feed the pack, and that was meaningful, and he gained a bigger sense of loyalty to those who had been there. So many new things to learn here after all those years, but he was glad to have the chance to do that. Glad that he could prove himself without getting only a glance and nothing more. That was what he wanted, what he needed to thrive and keep going.

There had never been another option in his mind as far as packs went. It was his birth place or nothing, because he couldn't think of being anywhere else. He had happy memories of his youngest of days there with his family, after all. He would have done whatever it took to stay this time around. No longer a yearling to be chased off for no reason other than perhaps an irritable mood. Then again he had heard the stories of the packs before, the one that his parents had ruled and the fact that Glorall was that place merely altered by the meteors. Renamed for it's new looks, but still the place from before, and they would have been princess and princes had only it not hit when it had. Solitaire isn't that bothered by such things, however. Dust in the wind.

It's her grin that makes him a little more on edge, and then her words had Solitaire backing up with wide eyes. "No, I didn't mean it like that!" He looked strained and worried over the thought; upset at the indication more than he should be -- if he were anyone else, of course -- because the past had not been a kind thing to him, and now he would always look on that kind of thing with a certain kind of horror. It couldn't be helped, honestly. But she was joking, right? She had to be. "Uhm, yeah, sure. Okay. Or I could just drop some stuff off here later or something so you don't have to worry or get the wrong idea..." He faultered a little, looking uncertain and more than a little out of place.

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