Golden Glade the walls you hide behind

Even with all of his efforts to grasp merrily onto some kind of routine to soothe his worries, he still felt like he was only going through the motions in a strange, stagnant haze. Always tired, restless, and just feeling off, Silas was running thin on excuses he could feed to himself when each day passed and nothing really changed in his grand scheme. He still sometimes felt bitter about what had happened to the Keep, and regretful that he did not go with Harlyn and Larkspur in the first place -- among other things. Now, he had to figure out where his place was supposed to be and Silas couldn't even bear to look long.

Anyway, his hunts for the afternoon had been failures again with him outrun by each rabbit and never actually finding anything else besides them to chase before motivation ran out. He had turned his nose towards the center of the Glade with defeat lingering overhead, but telltale signs of Tambourine's recent pathway through diverted his focus quickly. With nothing else to pull him forward, he went after his friend.

Naturally when he finally came upon them, he noticed Tambourine first and the younger wolf was very much an afterthought that he'd not prepared for yet. Silas tensed his stretched-out walk when he saw the dark half of Reek and Jhala's brood here (wondering if he was as peculiar as his brother..), and moved to his friend's side with a soft greeting: "Hey." He tried to force a vaguely friendly outward appearance as he eased into this conversation, although really just felt residual grumpiness from earlier mixed with apologetic for potentially interrupting something.