Hushed Willows When a ghost is on the hunt

Something else. His ears flicked and brow furrowed. He'd have to hope his luck on the trails changed soon if he could muster up something worth pursuing. But, he did kind of agree: he felt like exploring the other options if they could help it. Now, next step was making that so. "I can show you some spots in the woods that usually have a hint of activity besides just rabbits.. and they're ones I've not gone over yet today so I need to. Maybe we can have some better ideas over there." he gestured vaguely first, not immediately rushing into motion before giving her time to reply. Assuming all was well, he got ready to turn for the route in mind and set to motion.

He didn't know enough about hunting in a pair to have a good grasp on what all exactly they could do. He could probably track down a deer trail since he liked to keep tabs on those, but those were still not something he felt confident pursuing -- especially not even knowing that Gwen was an excellent enough hunter to perhaps carry some of his inexperience. That was all but out of the question. But, while he moved on, he dipped his nose down low to the ground occasionally to divide his attention between the trail and the winds alike. He hoped. However, there was a bit more ground to cover before he would get more serious. For now, questions came to mind as he glanced over his shoulder towards her. "Do you think you'd want to be, uh, an official hunter for the pack.. or just hunting because..?" Silas asked in his typical inelegance, trying to get to know her better if he could.