Dragoncrest Cliffs he is neither gentle nor kind

silkie continues his game with the frog, oblivious that he was quickly working on the amphibian's nerves. and honestly, even if he had clued into the frustration coming from the other animal he probably wouldn't have ceased and desisted. the frog's flight only further triggers silkie's developing instincts to chase as a top of the food chain predator; but he doesn't yet have the urge to kill it — he only wants to play with it. he's caught up in his game and hougeda and the wolves that currently linger within it all melt out of his focus. he's locked on to his prey as it hops away from him, croaking in annoyance as silkie's butt rises with a wiggle. he pats his front paws against the cavern floor, slinking into a play bow.

with a small growl he lunges at the frog, zooming past étoille whom he doesn't even notice until the older male speaks. silkie's focus is broken and seeing it's chance to escape the frog doesn't hesitate to hop as fast as it could deeper into hougeda's tunnels ...where silkie would not ( could not? ) follow. his attention is claimed and the escaped frog is momentarily forgotten about as silkie fixes his inquisitive gaze upon étoille, pondering the strange word he used in greeting. it didn't sound like common or trigedasleng and silkie's brow furrows, his head cocking to the side in a bird like manner. "bone...jur —" silkie butchers the word as he tries to replicate the sounds étoille had made. "bonejur? what's bonejur?" silkie finally asks, left ear twitching and a frown settling across his lips as he realizes that his attempt to mimic the word has failed.