Golden Glade taking your time

He looked towards the treetops, then back to the snowscape around him and felt very little towards what he saw. He just sighed and shivered, but it had been colder before.

When a voice making strange words broke his silence, he straightened and got up to stand. His furs prickled, fearing first of all a Court wolf returning with vengeance. Silas approached warily and was glad at least some of what he said did eventually make sense. Briefly he wondered if he had just misheard it entirely. Nothing would really surprise him anymore.

After striding over, he didn't get too close.. "We are the new owners of the Glade, yes," the lean yearling answered with a curt nod and best impression of a well-established fellow on. "Who are you?" he asked.