She hated to admit it, but she was growing more and more bored with Valhalla by the day. At least Seracia had had different scenery, different wolves to observe. Here there was never anyone new (or so it seemed) and no one looked her way because of her age. Her word meant nothing and held no weight, and her intelligence had yet to be tested and therefore was of no use. Therefore, Solaine was rather discontent to sit around and mope - growing more and more frustrated by the second. The Adravendi girl stifled a yawn - only partially successfully - as she lay just outside of her den. She had no purpose here, and it was clear she was of no use - or so it seemed. So what on earth was the girl to do? Sit around until she got big enough to matter? A growl resonated in her chest. No. She knew she had to make herself matter, make them see that she was more important than they thought.
She would cry out for Gael, her melodic howl demanding his presence promptly. She was in no mood to wait around - she'd done quite enough of that. Gael was perhaps the only one who might understand, the only one who would listen without cooing at her like she was a child, or laughing off every word she said. She had faith in Gael, in her big brother. She rose up from her laying position, shaking off the dust and debris and readying herself. Ears lay back against her skull, whilst her head lowered to the level of her spine. She didn't know much about defense, but it was common sense to lower your center of gravity - the child had fallen down plenty of times to learn that. She also knew that you always had to protect your throat, and so she would tuck her chin down a few degrees. Tail stuck out behind her stiffly as she waited for him, snapping her eyes this way and that to detect his approach hopefully before he was upon her.
