Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

His sister followed him, it seems, and at first, he's absorbed enough in the warm glow of familiarity that he didn't realize the other wolf's approach right away. When he did, he stilled beside his mother and then deferred immediately. His ears fell back but he still made sure to listen, just in case. But he soon saw that his mother greeted her warmly, so that helped in relaxing him just some. 

It didn't stop him from slaying his ears and licking his lips in some shade of embarrassment when she asked they say hello, though. He probably would have anyway, somehow, but something about it happening this soon didn't sit well when he was still feeling shy about many of these new faces. Silas tried to straighten himself up proper, then mustered a small "Hi." as promised. Better than nothing? He wagged his tail a bit afterward to soften it, since even to him it felt awfully flat, if it mattered at all. He would just need a bit of time to warm up to Grace properly. For now, this was the best he could do and an apologetic glance away affirmed this as loudly as his silence could.

Silas was mainly interested in the game his mother spoke about, so he waited patiently to find out more on it.