Hushed Willows When a ghost is on the hunt

While he was comfortable enough in his humble niche among the pack, Silas was not often faced with others showing a submissive side to him. He licked his chops somewhat nervously, but otherwise did not pressure her with a stance of his own. Instead he hung neutral, from tail to shoulders and all else. Anything more and he knew he'd just feel awkward. He was comfortable in a middling position, happy to be support to leaders who made him want to be good for them, so he wasn't bound to be very assertive about his ranking.

Swallowing slowly, he tried to find his courage as he fought against the urge to gawk continuously at the pale female -- a stranger, essentially, but she was supposed to become one of them if she stayed here. "Um, hi. I'm Silas." This was his best place to start since he couldn't entirely tell if she'd rather not he be here. "Were you doing something?" he tilted his head and didn't mean it to sound rude.