Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

a shortie too

He doesn't like feeling the adults so tense. It's palpable in the air, hanging heavy and thick which directly translates to him. Even hunkered low to the ground and numb from tiredness, he can still feel it creeping into his bones. It's no way that the young wolf wants to feel again any time soon but he cannot even fathom the end of this yet.

Silas' drags his stare from wolf to wolf, still uneasy and still uncomfortable. He sighs, which at the end curls subtly into the tiniest of grunt-growls that's as pitifully tired as he is. Otherwise, he just doesn't move from his chosen spot.