Making Friends Is New

Silas wasn't used to being around the mass amount of wolves that were visiting his home, the members of his pack he didn't know were bad enough. The young man had never really been a socialite, really he was the hermit of the hallows. He loved his parents and his family but most of the time he kept to himself. The bondire festival forced his paw however, and he found that he was actually enjoying himself. Especially the food that was gathered for the party.

His aurora marked frame shifted down the spread, his glistening eyes taking in the fruits and the meats prepared for this night. Some of the game was even caught by himself, though he was no expert hunter he could boast that he was good at catching small animals. Moles, voles, a couple of squirrels. Of course they were much more tasty as jerky than raw, and at least one wolf seemed to appreciate that fact

"Do you like the jerky?" He asked shyly with a raised brow as the young girl went to grab a bite. Silas didn't know that jerky was his favorite but he was proud to have contributed.