Hushed Willows ho-ho lunges for the pie.

He didn't make a habit out of attending encounters like these, not here among Elysium's lot quite yet, but his hunts near their boundary had passed over Khali's fresh trail en route and he felt compelled to follow since he was close enough already. He just made for some extra backup, and maybe a spare set of eyes and ears wouldn't hurt; Silas didn't imagine harm coming their way, but it wasn't like he had other major obligations--so long as he kept up his hunts, and helped restock anything the mothers or pups needed in the meantime.

Since he didn't know how far he'd go, or for how long, he clutched in his teeth the weasel he'd caught and carried it with him. By the time he found the pair of wolves, conversation had begun already, so he was slow to approach with his posture long and low--not intending to sneak up into it, but not the most public with his arrival, either. When he zeroed in on Khali's side, and passed a longer look at the foreign female, and found himself gaping quietly, listening for more far more intently than he had been prepared to do.

Had he even heard right? He had only caught the end of it, but a few unmistakable vowels caught him off guard: Marauder's Keep, and with that he was peering wide-eyed back at her in a new light, torn between worry and.. honestly, everything else there could ever be.