Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

Right then the choice was solidified that Stark would take no part of this hare. Silas had caught it ultimately, Stark had only helped to herd it properly, and so the pup would be given all the glory and his mother and siblings would have an actual meal for a change. When Harlyn approached Stark gave a polite bob of his head, looking from the woman to her child and then back. When Silas explained Stark shook his head, blue eyes crinkled a bit mischievously. "No, ma'am." He said with a smile.

"Silas here caught it - this is his kill." He countered. Stark could only imagine how the boy felt, thinking back to his first successful hunt. He was fairly sure that it was with Lock. There was a part of him that felt bad that he wasn't Mordecai, that he'd encroached on this moment. He couldn't turn down the opportunity to help a pup learn though, and so he hadn't - he'd let Silas take the opportunity.