[The colour catches his attention immediately, because he doesn't wear red-- there are no such ways to make that dye in the woods, and the only regular sources of red were what his mother brought in from when she fled town... and the blood of whatever he hunted.
The red string, and the process of untangling it, takes up enough of his attention that he doesn't have to think about why Solomon was in the vision.
He already knows there's something going on between them, why they're always inexplicably tugged together. And he'd like to not keep being reminded. He might just strangle Solomon with the string and put him out of Ithaqua's misery.]
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The red string, and the process of untangling it, takes up enough of his attention that he doesn't have to think about why Solomon was in the vision.
He already knows there's something going on between them, why they're always inexplicably tugged together. And he'd like to not keep being reminded. He might just strangle Solomon with the string and put him out of Ithaqua's misery.]