Hushed Willows breathe in breathe out let the human in.

The dark son had agonized over this. Nothing was going as well as he would like. His brother's absence hurt him. His mother's injury really worried him. The pack around him did not feel like home. Silas fretted in solitude most days and tried to hone his hunting skills to the best of his capabilities so that he could maybe help his mother feel better. He knew his father was often out looking for Pippin, or doing a lot of the same things that Silas tried to do. So far, nothing had really turned up -- as far as he knew, anyway, and they were stuck in this weird fog of despair.

Today, he had only caught a little light furred mouse, but he wanted to offer it to his mom while it was still reasonably fresh first. If she didn't want it, he'd go down the line of wolves he cared about to try to pawn his catch off on someone. It was the very least he could do. So, he slinked towards where he thought she would be on the trail of the only-vaguely-familiar Banner. Ever since things had gone sour (after a bit of an upswing for him personally), he'd failed to really get to know the fellows of the Keep more than before. He kept a very small bubble of what concerned him because that alone was already overwhelming.

He was quiet and lurked in on the heels of her question. He nodded as if to second it, although did not work to draw unnecessary attention to himself out of respect for Banner.. who could probably do more than him anyway.