Hushed Willows in the hollow heartland

He slipped readily into his role as tracker, and there, he was cozy and knew what he was doing. On the trail, some of his unease and wound-up nerves seemed to slip aside. But, it was all in favor of business. He kept half a glance on Tambourine, although trusted he could figure it out. "Have you ever hunted birds before?" he asked rather abruptly then turned his ears out sheepishly before verbally clarifying: "I mean, I was just thinking.. I usually catch rabbit, and thought Larkspur might appreciate some variety, but I don't really understand how to track or corner them very well yet." Silas couldn't help but glance for the treetops then with the mention of birds, skimming along to see nothing before he put his nose back down to the ground and jogged on. Buchanan had laid out the basics for him, but efforts to really put that knowledge to good use had all fallen pretty flat. Silas, feeling a little encouraged by company, thought to try something a bit out of his ordinary if he could.