The boy... Solo... was polite and quite obviously cared deeply for the Olympus girl. He'd be heartbroken when their love didn't work out, as puppy-love so rarely did, but he was a strong young man. Undoubtedly he'd recover. And why should she find herself even caring? But even as a temporary member he'd be invaluable, though that cardinal-red coat would likely have to be hidden somehow to make him less obvious on hunts or the battlefield. The color would just scream 'come bite me now' in a melee, and a bull elk would spot him from a mile away. Mud rubbed over the coat to dull the color maybe. Her mercury gaze didn't waver as she dipped her head in acceptance of his words, though she didn't speak, nor did she attempt to stop him as he scurried off back to his lady-love. She did sigh out loud as he disappeared into the long grass and shake her head before turning and continuing on her way. Five teenagers in the pack, four of which probably hated her for taking them from their idiot family on top of the usual teenage angst... what was she getting herself into?
