when the floodwaters come it's gonna look like mud

As he padded closer to the leader of the pack, he found himself pausing for just a moment. For all of his life, she had towered over him, the pinnacle of strength and leadership. Now? He was nearly the same size, looking her easily in the face as he approached. Not only that, but even in his yearling stages, he easily outweighed her. When had that happened? It felt like only yesterday he'd been gazing up at her during meetings, attention rapt and mouth firmly shut. Had he really grown that much? Before the hesitation could turn to having been fully struck dumb by the revelation, he closed the gap until they were within easy speaking distance. He returned a small bow of his head in greeting, anxiety surfacing in the form of a twitching of his tail tip and the shuffling of his massive paws. "Of course, my ears are yours." she assured him, and he tried to offer up a grateful smile. Why was he nervous? He'd known Theory his entire life, and she was always nice. Was it because he didn't like to ask for help? No, that couldn't possibly be it.

He couldn't help dropping his gaze for a moment, fixed on pallid paws that incessantly fidgeted until he willed them to stillness. "Uh, I don't think I want to be a healer. Or a fighter. I know it's silly, but," he swallowed down his nervousness as best he could, and mercury eyes returned to the dark features of the Sequoia."I know I'm big and everything, but I want to try and help the pack as more than that. I want to be a diplomat, and build relations with the other packs. Maybe.. you or the Liana- Poem, could train me?" he offered the question as casually as he could, deep vocals trailing off hesitantly. Solo didn't want to pressure the leader if she was too busy, or if she didn't think he would be well suited to the role, or if she already had better candidates available.. He could easily fill a warrior's rank, he had the build and the skill for it, easily. But he wouldn't get anywhere if he didn't at least try.