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

After one more nod and nervous gulp, he moved forward when the time was right and the other wolves were all in position as well. Slow at first, he wanted to keep Stark well in his sights so he could gauge his doings here until he could get his own feel for it. The plan sounded neat and certainly within their means to execute, so he believed, so now that things were rolling, Silas hoped to fall properly into place among the hunt.

He began to pick up speed, but would not ever find himself forwardly placed in this pursuit. For him, it was more about learning and contributing, not how much sheer damage he could do quickly or risk his own hide somehow. Still, he loped onward with Stark just ahead, ears pricked and eyes darting between all that moved around him. The moose loomed ever larger up close -- which was alarming for the whole spare half-second he had to consider it. There wasn't time for detailed fretting here, however. He had to keep moving. Silas wanted to see how they worked a little first, how it would handle wolves pressuring it, but he only had seconds to spare. He had to think fast.

Stark seemed to stay in perpetual motion when he struck for the hind legs, always sure to move nimbly aside before the injured beast could retaliate on him entirely. Silas didn't ever come that close himself, his watery confidence make it so, but he made for a few snarls and snaps to surely make things worse for the moose. He bounced back when necessary, and as the moose ailed, he studied -- watching and waiting for their opening to take this one step further.