Solas had spent the first couple of days going through the territory trying to memorize it so that if something happened he would be able to move around quickly. He hadn't seen anybody yet since his arrival though he hadn't been looking as hard as he could have. He wanted to find someone to make ties with so that he would have someone to talk to and spend his time with when he didn't want to be alone. Solas moved across the forest floor until he stood before the great expanses of the lake. It stretched out before him reflecting the overcast sky and when his front toes into it he felt the sweet chill of it. He simply wanted to make ties here.
He briefly considered sending up a howl to let someone know that he was looking for company but he didn't want to have half the pack show up all at once. No, he wanted to interact with everyone one on one. He still disliked groups of wolves even if it was only a couple. He was going to have to change that Solas mused as he stared out across the water. Turning around Solas moved back into the trees he would head towards the main den. There was probably going to be someone there and if there wasn't he would try the borders.
So lost in his thoughts Solas was oblivious to the branch that lay in his path. He remained that way until he tripped on it. A sudden panic hit him as he fell before his chin hit the dirt and his body followed after him. Silently he lay there wincing as he tried to figure out if he had actually injured himself, besides his chin. That hadn't been fun.