Hushed Willows but there's nowhere to go

*is vague*

His father and sister had yet to return. Silas, too tired from hunting and worrying, found himself sprawling out his lanky body in defeat somewhere along the western borderlands around the willows with a frustrated sigh. He didn't want to return to the Crook, not even feeling like taking one massive nap, and didn't want anything to do with milling through the trees like he could usually enjoy. Constantly, he kept his eyes sharp and aimed in the direction of beyond, willing sight of his dad and Larkspur (and maybe even Pippin too if he was to be honest) to appear from the nothingness.

Yet minutes ticked by and his eyelids threatened him with heaviness. He fought it off. Nothing, and no one, appeared.