Given the number of wolves and the size of the lands that Covari claimed things weren't exactly too crowded within the territory, life in Uroril had been far harder to find a moment of peace especially given the wolves there didn't seem to favour privacy all that much. Here many of them had kept their distance from him, he wasn't entirely sure he could name even half of the wolves in the pack, a fact that probably ought to be changed if he strove for a higher position but despite all of this Soliloquy found himself feeling somewhat frustrated at everything. He couldn't entirely place why he felt this was, but perhaps it had something to do with his lack of responsibility and the fact it seemed he would remain stuck in his lowly rank whilst others flew on ahead.
In the early stages already some of the highest ranks had been handed to wolves, his brother of course included in this. Others now had joined them in receiving official titles and some already had earned promotions. How had they moved through the ranks so easily, would could he do to earn one of his own? The task was especially challenging given that one Queen was still recovering and the other had suddenly left the pack lands and why wasn't entirely obvious as it seemed she had remained rather secretive about it.
A moment of leave for himself was taken instead. He was glad his brother was on his feet, and whilst of course he hadn't expected any lavish treatment some sign of approval that he'd done a good job was somewhat craved by the young Destruction. So far he'd received nothing, his brother had left to find Othello and now back was reluctant to leave the heavily pregnant female alone. It was somewhat understandable, they were apparently his children but still once more Soliloquy was starting to feel that he wasn't important to his brother these days and certainly it seemed not to the pack itself.
To be honest Soliloquy had no idea what he wished to do, realistically he didn't plan on leaving the lands for too long, he would certainly return to Covari long before anyone would notice he had slipped out but a distraction of some sort would be wonderful at the moment. And then, unless fate was taunting the boy once more, it seemed he had found a beautiful distraction. Perhaps it would have been wise to think of some form of plan, at least worked out what he wished to say before he walked up to the pretty russet female but it was too late for that, already he had arrived before her and only now was realising the flaw in his approach. "Hello" A simple greeting whilst he tried to buy some time to plan his next move.
