Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

His glance was an anxious one from wolf to wolf. Jhala moving in to swipe for the bone and her little trailing her distracted him from Reek briefly, who had moved in all the ways to indicate play and wholesome fun towards the dark hunter. Moonbrook, too, was keeping the mood light and fun with her participation which admittedly pulled on his basal instincts for companionship and play. But Silas immediately forgot about all of this when Tambourine arrived at his side and the second he keyed into his unfamiliar unease, he was on edge.

When Tam stepped forward, the Ostrega felt himself go tense as he zeroed his sights in on Reek in a new way. The protective feeling he could suddenly almost choke on felt so foreign but he was all ears in the end, interested in hearing this out himself for his own curiosities sake.. although he personally lacked the forwardness to lay it bare here and there like this. At his best, he hovered stiffly next to Tambourine, for physical and moral support alike with a concentrated look on. He didn't like it either and tried to ignore Moonbrook with a wince and grimace. Silas could see her point, and sympathize to an extent; but he was aching as well and it hurt him to see Tambourine worry.