The Inaugural Harvest Ball

Silas was growing more confident by the day, he was no longer a frightened pup that could hardly make his way from the castle walls anymore. However his adventurous side had yet to translate to gis social side. The young Prince was reclusive, preferring his own company over that of another. An oddity for a social creature such as a wolf. He was content in his own world though. Maybe that was why he was expected to attend his sister's party tonight, while he had made strides in himself there was still much work to be done to make him a proper prince.

The time had finally come, and the aurora marked boy tried hard to cover the discontent he felt deep down. He needed to be supportive of Bramble and be a good example of a hallowed princling. He certainly did not groom himself meticulously like his sister, but did pat the fur on his head down so he didn't look like a ruffian before he made his way down. Make an appearance, eat some food, sneak away when his sire was not looking. He could do that. Presenting himself obviously at first so none could accuse him of skipping out he smiled to his family before meandering over to the feast laid out before him.