Making Friends Is New

Silas loved his home, as he grew older he was no longer so nervous about losing his way and as time went on he could navigate the castle even if his eyes were closed. He wouldn’t say he knew the halls as well as his father did, but he was close. With his compass on his bracer there was no way to lose himself anymore so even if he did love the Hallows, he could eagerly explore the regions around the pack as well. However, nothing was ever truly as comfortable and beautiful as home.

He was glad to see that the strangers here, or most of them, could appreciate that beauty and mystique as well. The girl, who he had rudely interrupted mid bote, finished and swallowed before she spoke to him. He blushed beneath his dark fur at the folly but it didn’t seem like she was much bothered by him.

The young Hallows boy beamed as she gave her approval, it felt good to have someone praise something crafted by his own paws. ”I’m glad you like it!" Did he go on to mention that he had helped to hunt for and make it? Or would that be too rude? Maybe he had already been too overzealous. "I’m not exactly a connoisseur but maybe I’d be able to try some from your pack." He paused for a moment, he didn’t even know where she was from. "Not that I know where you’re from…?" He blushed again.

"Speech"