Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

He watched with his heart still racing. Stark put the hare to its end and he kept peering wide-eyed at the event until it was all said and done. A merciful death, of course. He intended to remember this and all of Stark's words, but of course, his fledgling attempts at killing anything were bound to be clumsy at best. Yet Silas was still pretty satisfied with his own accomplishments, even if some of it just felt like good luck and a big awkward blunder. He would learn that was sometimes part of the hunt, or even the very nature of it. Then, he nodded as that realization settled onto him. His mom! "You think so?" he quipped, eyeballing the still rabbit. "I think I know where she is," he mumbled, doubting she would be too busy. He had last seen her with Larkspur, milling around someplace.

Anyway, he refocused with the scent of blood in his nose, then tipped it back for a reedy little howl. "Hey Mom," he sang, eager to show off to @Harlyn what they had accomplished. "Come see?" he asked. While he certainly enjoyed the glow of Stark's approval in his words earlier, having his mother be proud of him would really sweeten it.