Hushed Willows sugar magnolia

Silas listened with a thoughtful furrow, although he skimmed along the trail as he went. Everyone really did seem to have faith in him. Many wolves he cared the most for and respected above the others had already helped reassure him. Sometimes, with it all fresh it mind, he almost could feel misplaced for worrying while hoping to one day manage to steel his resolve in himself. "Yeah.." he agreed, and while his tone may not have suggested it, he felt a little better. He knew that deep down. He needed the practice, and it just took time.

He was quiet for a while until his ears swung up tall once more. "Hey, look.." he chuffed hopefully, and steered towards something purple that caught his eye. While not the flowers he'd first had in mind, these were.. pretty nice? Silas moved to gather some, carefully maneuvering them into a mindful grip. Once satisfied with their harvest, he went off to deliver them afterward.