Hushed Willows When a ghost is on the hunt

He could find a measure of relief in having her words seeming friendly enough. Silas nodded, wriggling his tail again too as he committed her name to memory. It was simple enough, so he didn't think he would have much trouble with it.. but it was still just a start for him. Thankfully, he could latch onto something she'd mentioned: prey. "Oh. I was tracking too, kind of. It's really quiet around here though," he said, having brightened a little bit in talking about what he did have pretty good experience in. "And I already bothered the rabbit warren I know this morning, with not much luck either, so I wouldn't waste your time there at least for a few more hours..." he went on to detail, probably beginning to give away that in his meager repertoire of interests, prey pursuits were one at his top.