It was cloudy again Solas noted as he wandered to the edge of the lake. It had been cloudy more and more lately and not just with the sky either but with his thoughts. He couldn't help but be aware of the frequent rank shifts and the sudden holes. The wolves that he had felt a connection to were gone now. It was glaringly obvious to him he was living with strangers now. Heck, Solas hadn't even talked to the King of the place and in truth, he doubted he would. What was the point? There would be another one soon enough if what was happening continued.
A frown formed on his face. What was the point of staying? Solas had come here again eager to prove that he was useful and he had started to search out the wolves he lived with but then constantly shifting ranks had put him on edge. His position hadn't changed simply because he was the newest of everyone and the lowest. But wasn't pack life supposed to steady and reliable? What was all this then? A fluke or the warning flags of the pack disbanding?
Pacing the stormy male walked the edge of the lake and back again. He was agitated that was for sure because he knew that if he left then the pack was that much closer to losing its grip on this place. But what was the point in staying? Solas's thoughts were as stormy as his pelt and his mood matched because he could already tell he was trying to convince himself to leave even though he wanted to stay simply because of stubbornness. Yet if the pack was going to disband anyway...
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