Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

The boys were quick to explain, and though Stark offered his own comments and she heard them clearly, her gaze was offered only to Silas. A broad smile unfurled across her muzzle as she learned of what had transpired. Her son had participated in his first hunt, and furthermore, he had been successful.

The matriarch's initial instinct was to rush to him and embrace him. But, something held her back. Stark was there, and she innately recognized him as one that her son would have an easy time looking up to. As such, he would not want to be coddled so by his mother in front of a man like this. He was too old for that, as she realized quite suddenly. He was growing up, and was no longer the little boy that had snuggled at her side with his brother and sister. He was becoming a man.

Her heart panged quite suddenly and painfully for Mordecai.

"I'm so proud of you," Harlyn replied after a deep, happy breath, "A rabbit, no less. Those take some skill." For Harlyn, all game took skill, but she still recognized the merits of one catch over another. Gopher and muskrat were slow, lazy things. Even raccoons and squirrels could be caught unawares. Rabbits were swift and always wary.