Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

His blue eyes watched closely, focused on the way the pup moved - how quick he was at adjusting himself depending on where the hare was going. It was promising, but no hunt was ever considered beautiful on the first go, but Stark can tell Silas is trying his hardest. If he was watching on the sidelines he might have cheered him on, as it was, he was adjusting himself to launch for the hare when he spotted Silas swipe at the hare. There's a little motion, a sound of the hare squeaking and Stark knew that there was a success there. 

The hare was moving slower now, the ground that had been gained between it and Silas was easy to see. Stark moved in then, closing off the path for the hare and giving it less options to escape. He gave a snarl, snapping a couple times when the hare got close to him, placing a wound on it's shoulder but leaving it for the most part intact. He wanted to let Silas have this, only imagining what the victory might do for the child. 

He gave a nod, eyes locking on Silas for a moment - he'd keep the hare there, but, this was Silas' kill.