Golden Glade echo rings

No matter how badly he tried to will it back, his appetite didn't seem to want to come back around and before he could make real progress on tricking himself into eating the rest of this, he lifted his head to the sound of an approach. Reek. Silas swallowed as nervously as he could with fur in his mouth, then watched the alpha stop a few paces away—which he appreciated far too much.

Too many mixed feelings threatened to roil. Above all else seemed to be a wary confusion that he could not rid himself of. Still, he ducked his head and minded his posture, deferring, just to err on the side of cautious since he knew damn good and well he wasn't exactly the picture of an ideal, model Golden Glade citizen and family member.

While he was down a bit, he gingerly placed the leftovers of the prey at his paws and peered at Reek, still a little confused as to why the subject matter was what it was. His mind might have been in a thousand different places, but he couldn't quite say plants had been one of them. "Uh.. they're okay." Silas answered, knowing how deadpan and uninterested that sounded, but he didn't mean for it to—not that badly, and not with there maybe being more to this than met the surface. He couldn't tell. "Important." He amended quietly a beat later for he did have a healthy respect of it all. "My mom was a medic," he also mentioned with a nod, having once been a young boy helping her carry stuff, or picking certain flowers because she said they were useful, or whatever else.