Hushed Willows but there's nowhere to go

They came upon him soon enough. His ears angled back first and foremost, yet he fought against pinning them outright. Silas lifted his eyes to Stark first, but Tambourine's question pulled him back down to him. Before he could even huff an appropriate sigh, he was bouncing up to him. "Um, well-" but he stopped short, not having the will to fight against his more exuberant words. He peeped a "Yeah" because indeed, he missed his family. But he had a feeling it'd get lost in the big tangle of all the other stuff Tambourine said. Silas felt his face go blank somewhere in the middle of it all -- but before moose pies. Where was he supposed to even start?

Dragging up against the urge to put his head beneath his paws, or bury it all in a hole somewhere, he straightened somewhat and put on his best I am really trying to be socially acceptable face. "Do you miss your mama?" he asked. Relatable content, somewhat? He tried..