Hushed Willows longing

There was a distinct feeling of ease when the boy adjusted his stance. Buchanan didn't explain why any form of submission showed to him made him inherently uncomfortable and sick to his stomach — he wasn't sure that he could explain it in a way. Banner knew of his origins of course and Stark. It had been important to tell them, to explain to them why he was the way he was and to warn them that it was likely that flashbacks would occur. Especially since Buchanan wasn't sure of majority of his triggers. He knew talking about his docked tail was one. Apparently, so was the submission of a child. He hadn't gone into full blown flashback mode but he felt the familiar roil in his stomach, the sharp metallic taste in his mouth, the slight hitch in his breathing, the rush of cold and heat like a fever. Silas was speaking to him again and desperate for something to focus on in the hopes of avoiding a full blown flashback, anything that would distract him from thinking about it, the assassin zeroed in on the boy's words. Two simple words but they tried to work to keep him rooted in reality. In the present.

“That's good,” He deduced with a gasp to his voice that he tried to mask by giving his throat a soft clear. “Hunters are important to a pack.” All trades were important, Buchanan gathered, but hunting seemed to be one of the most important, in his opinion. It was how they survived, after all. “That's good, that's definitely a start,” Buchanan murmured with a sage nod of his head in approval. Especially considering most birds tended to be small. “It's the same tactics for hunting small game, only they don't scurry in holes or run up trees,” Which was kind of a relief but kind of wasn't at the same time because it seemed so much easier for them to escape when they could fly. “Mastering your small game skills will help you a lot when it comes to birds,” Buchanan assured him. “once you've mastered small game birds will be easier.”

Buchanan chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he asked, “Want to demonstrate for me your small prey skills? I'm sure we can find something small for you to hunt?” There was no pressure on the boy, no obligation. They were still strangers and Buchanan would understand any reluctance or refusal.