Lost Creek Hollow bless the ones who help the cause

He's enjoying the springtime so far, it seems. With warm rays on his dark fur, he stretches out and rolls himself into the soft green grasses with low, happy growls. Lately, he's beginning to vocalize a little more and while he's not overly good at expressing himself to others with these noises yet, it's proving entertaining testing out what he can do with his broadening range.

The Ostrega is content to sunbathe lazily for a while but his wandering attention span eventually catches up, and he sits himself up. No one is in immediate sight, but a quick twitch of his nose tells him they aren't far; they never are. Silas swings back his head anyway and yodels out his best howl with no particular message in the note. He didn't need anything. Had no qualms or wants. Closest translation? Probably an awkwardly scrawled 'Həy.' for anyone to take. Or leave.