Solaris shrugged with a sheepish smile, "Yeah, true. Not that I would really know. I mean, I've honestly never really been in a fight before. There was this tournament thing we did back in Aethelis but I didn't really fight so much as run around and dodge. I've never come close to getting a scar. More of a scout than a fighter, I s'pose." Looking up at the sky briefly, Solaris took a deep breath of the crisp air, his lungs feeling immediately refreshed. The stored air puffed out in a breathy chuckle, a wide, slightly lopsided grin tilting up one side of his muzzle. "Duly noted. I really am sorry about that whole wreck of a sentence."
"I can't say I'm not familiar with harsh or opinionated. Astley and I... We had a really strained relationship before I left. But that's a story for another day." Standing up, he shook off his fur, tail wagging lightly. "I'm not the class A healer my mom was, but I know enough to be useful, and I'm definitely a good messenger or spy!" Hard to believe with how much he spoke, but indeed the motormouth was capable of silence when duty called for such. Of course he'd have to make up for it later, but that was someone else's problem, not his.
He padded after her after a moment's hesitation. Did he want to live the life of a rogue? No, he didn't. Solaris was a bright creature, dependent on the company of others. He had spent too much of his life being a part of a community, nurturing and being nurtured, to be alone. If he never found a pack again, it would no doubt break him. The sunbeam had no idea if Glaciem was going to be the pack for him, he hadn't met any of the others yet, but it was worth looking into. If he didn't think he'd fit in, surely he could experiment further. So what did he have to lose? "Okay Renesme, I'll go back with you. What could it hurt! I can always change my mind right?"
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