It's a terrible day for rain

Silas didn't know Audra more than just a passing glance here or there in the pack lands and events. He was a shy boy that kept to himself, to his own detriment. That meant he did not have qhite the sorrow that rhe rest of his family had for the passing of this Hallowed wolf. Still, he was not blind and he was not without his empathy. Seeing his father and mother so distraught nearly brought a tear to his own aqua gaze. But the little aurora marked boy was growing older, and young men did not cry.

He prepared himself as best that he could, but could one ever really prepare for seeing death of their own kind for the first time? He was a hunter, he had seen death and had killed his fair share of varmints but he had never seen sentience lost. He did his best to keep his expression neutral, feeling like he was going into a predatory stalk. His paws were carefully placed and quiet as he glanced around at the wolves gathering. Some were crying, some were not, some just there for emotional support for the ones hardest hit. Silas didn't really know where he fit. The boy's dark paws carried him closer to his mother and father, trying to be supportive and not look like a fool to make everyone else feel worse. He'd sit princely next to his mother, still uncertain about the decorum he should present.