Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

For a moment he was so intently focused on the hare that he didn't consider anything else. He narrowed his eyes, so hyper focused that he didn't consider the world around him. It was nothing. Gone. The green and the grey of the rabbit was all he saw. The little waif didn't see him, or if it did, it did not react in the way that Stark imagined. A pause here, a little twitch there, nothing - and he was fine with that. 

A few moments though and he recognized the scent on the wind - one of the puppies of Harlyn. Silas? It was a guess, but, it was a hope that he was correct. Stark slowed down and turned his head, nodding towards the pup to approach. "Do you see it?" He asked, keeping his voice low. It was enough to make him draw back to the rest of the world. He didn't know the history and he didn't need to - this was a chance for the pup to learn something, if he wanted to try.