Hushed Willows Avengers... time to work for a living.

Larkspur's sudden announcement had his ears folding back and worry manifesting on the rest of him quickly. The fact that it was so unlike her had really caught him off guard, and when Stark looked his way, Silas could just shrug with a worried grimace. Hopefully he would find out later, and the absence of his father on this hunting scene made him wonder too. He'd probably felt the same as all of them, only more so. Silas only hoped he'd find out more later on.

But someone had to help feed the family. The weight of that responsibility settled heavy on the only Ostrega in attendance.

Anyway, he peered at the other wolves who joined the party while Stark instructed Tambourine (who Silas tried hard to ignore as hard as he could) to stay put. He kept glancing now and then towards the moose, at least until the real details began to unfold. Silas swallowed nervously then nodded. He was in, best he could be. All of his inexperience aside, he was an able body -- long legs to chase after and a set of teeth to rend. He understood the hunt, the basic mechanics involved in any pursuit, and so on, but did need help on.. team efforts like this. He would just need a lot of guidance. Moose were all new game to him, too.. "Where should I be?" he asked quietly at Stark.