Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

His mood was sullen and his paws felt way too heavy. Silas aims to just block it all out, and ignore everything about all the horrible wrongness he felt as their travels spanned on across the miles. The bugs, the lost greenery, the unfamiliar places, the weird anticipation he felt... all of it. He wants nothing to do with it. He is worn out, hungry, and tired.

The dark pup heaves a sigh when he hears his mother call for a rest. He plops his rump down immediately, and licks gingerly at the sides of his paws -- to soothe the growing ache in them before it could get worse and in an attempt to work off his anxiousness. While he does, he hears what Harlyn is saying but decides it's mostly inconsequental to him. All he bothers to do is sluggishly pick himself back up and plods a few paces closer to Little Voice, too tired to complain.