Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

Happily enough, he basked in her affections and the warmth he felt from her company alone. He could cherish simple moments like these, although there was still so very much missing. He had to enjoy what he did have, not the losses, and not the what should have been because simply, it was not.

Silas grinned sheepishly, for in truth, he did not feel like much of a little one anymore standing about equal with her. 

The gentle wave of his tail slowed steadily. "Um, yeah. I'm okay. Just waiting for it to get a little later.. so I can track the deer again," he replied, lifting his narrow shoulders in a dismissive little shrug. He felt somewhat guilty about this admission deep down. How could he be 'okay' when his father and his entire litter beside himself were lost to the winds? And he was not out searching himself?  "Are you well?" he turned back onto her, and let himself glance towards her wounded leg for a split second in silent gesture. He knew she'd known about him worrying over that. Now that she was seemingly doing much better, he couldn't help but still be cautious about it, not with it all so fresh on his mind still.

So absorbed in her, and the prospect of her answer, he'd not keyed into Tambourine's approach early either. When she turned to notice it, he did as well and he tensed accordingly until he could know more. Silas squinted into the other pup's direction, his nose wiggling carefully to catch all the information he could. The scent of blood worried him. "Tam...?" he asked as he pivoted his front half that way more, wary now of what may await.