Hushed Willows longing

With a inner haze of hesitation, he takes this as a good sign as the older male doesn't seem to suggest otherwise. He likes the subject matter, is hungry for more, and perhaps this is his best way to nurture his ties among the other wolves of the Hollows. It had worked out alright so far.

He is happy to accept the assurances in silence and nods along eagerly afterward, although does furrow his expression into one of careful concentration after. It's nothing.. he shouldn't expect, but it's all notes he wants to remember. A basis, some foundation for him to build from -- that's what it represents to him and the aspiring hunter knows he will need it. So, he finds he agrees. Once he masters his small game skills, he gets the feeling that a lot of doors may open up for him.

"I know a few rabbit warrens we could check out," he mentioned after a thoughtful pause, and peering at Buchanan, he awaited confirmation or denial on the idea. Assuming no better ideas, he'd head that way next. "But.. my other trackings actually haven't been the best today," he glanced away briefly, understanding it was luck of the draw sometimes. He had good days and bad. "How does that really work for hunting birds..?" he asked next, beginning to theorize the matter himself as he moved towards motion, but he stayed very curious to hear an experienced wolf's input before his own visions could take true shape. Silas was all ears.