Dragoncrest Cliffs he is neither gentle nor kind

silkie shifts his weight a bit and then plops down upon his haunches unceremoniously because standing for too long was a little exhausting. or maybe it was just boring. silkie liked to move ...or nap and there wasn't really anything in-between those two opposites for him. tux appears to be on trial because he gives a defense in response to étoille's question and then quickly turns the question to the look-a-likes. silkie frowns at his brother and then peers up at the older male as he answers. "yeah," silkie tells tux in an 'what he said' tone that sounded surprisingly assertive. assertive doesn't necessarily fit in with what is primarily silkie's laid-back personality and altruistic demeanor, admittedly.

étoille's question broke silkie's line of thought and the boy ponders the question with a contemplative swivel of his ears and tilt of his head. "i wanna hunt somethin'!" silkie crows abruptly. he likes to chase things, even if the desire and ambition ( at the moment ) doesn't stray too far beyond childish innocence on the matter. still, silkie wants to seize the opportunity while it's present but hesitates then, remembering tux. silkie's eyes trail then to his brother. "whaddya wanna do tux?" he asks in common for étoille's benefit. silkie wasn't sure what they'd do if the two of them had differing ideas of how to kill time. voting on it and the fact of incorporating both doesn't naturally occur to him yet.