Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

A fleeting glimpse of confusion had him wondering. "What for?" he asked, curious above all else and eager enough to.. be what she'd been looking for. Of course, he had no qualms about any of it, and adoration was plain to see on his whole self. Harlyn meant so very much to him, how could he not be happy just to be here with her? "Oh.. yeah, I do enjoy it," he answered paired with a tiny tail wriggle. He did enjoy hunting. His skills were improving. He liked knowing that she was pleased, and so was his alpha. Silas didn't know what to say.

"Thanks," he said, kind of sheepish about it but sincere since nothing else seemed to quite suit what he wanted to say. "Stark has been good help to me, and the pack hunt was.. interesting too. I learned a lot. I know there's still lots more to learn, but.. I dunno, it feels good? I like it, I want to do more with it and get even better" he explained softly and glanced away. Even when he had crummy days and lots of bad luck, the successful rushes weren't something he'd found a good substitute for. Plus, it earned him a meal, or one for his family. He liked that security of it, too..