Lost Creek Hollow bless the ones who help the cause

She played along well and Silas can't contain his delight. Soon (and he almost misses it the first time) he can hear his mother calling his name from nearby. He slowly untangled his limbs and peered at Shikoba with a look that was a little dissapointed at first, but soon the dark whelp rose back to his feet and shook out his coat. She would understand -- he couldn't disobey the his mother and the alpha at the same time, after all. He yapped back first, an awkward, poorly-formed puppy version of 'coming, mom!' without too much exasperation yet to let her know he was on his way.

Silas bumped his snout on Shikoba one more time before he bounded off to obey his mom's summons.