Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

It had taken him some time, but he'd gradually begun to get a better feel for the Glade and even put some work towards helping secure their claim here. He still preferred to keep his mingling to an absolute minimum (aside from Tambourine) so did a lot of his work, be it tracking or territory upkeep, solo. But his mark was here, subtly, and this was just where he had to start; progress would remain slow until he could warm up, mend his broken heart, and recommit in full.

Reek's call distracted him from looking for fresh spots to plan caches. He dropped that with a worried crease to his brow; the message didn't say. Should he be concerned? Silas was still anxious about all of this, the nature of their claim here, and what the wolves who'd once lived here may do. Yet so far, none of that had ever come true despite all the worrying about it he did. Why should he suspect differently now?

Silas slowed up and approached cautiously when he could see just him and Moonbrook ahead. He didn't particularly like being one of the earliest wolves accumulated here, but tried to take it in stride to buy him time for the others to get here too. When he finally had closed in enough to warrant it, he lowered his head and ears accordingly, but flashed the head male and the bone clamped in his jaw a curious look. What was this?