Golden Glade saw the deer before it saw me,

Silas felt his hopes begin to rise, albeit somewhat shakily, when the pup seemed along for the ride. At least well enough to mimic him, so the dark Ostrega took this as a good sign and began to roll onward with it after a soft sigh. Maybe there wasn't anything to be worried about at all and maybe they could just plod through his awkward attempt at teaching together..

Déjà vu struck him hard in the back when he heard something oh-so-familiar from the pale boy that Silas' brow furrowed instantly. What was wrong with him? Did his parents realize he was this.. scatter-headed? Had they dropped him too many times or something?? Silas had obviously never dealt with this. The tracker turned halfway to look back at him with a confused scrunch. "I'm still Silas.." he repeated, nodding slowly to see if that would sink in yet. "We're lookin' for your den, or parents. Come on..?" he reminded again to make sure that was still on the agenda. If not, he'd have to rethink this as he started to march down what he thought was the best trail towards someone else who could deal with this.