Making Friends Is New

The girl welcomed him to sit beside her, albeit a little awkwardly as he had fully forgotten any kind of manners. "Oh, thank you." He grinned slightly to try and dissipate his unwieldiness. "I’m Silas, by the way." He added, making up for his lapse. She then pressed further, asking about who made the jerky. "Oh.. Uh.. I did. Or, at least I helped." He returned with another invisible blush. He wasn’t used to talking about himself so much.

She mentioned she was from Hemlock, and waved her paw like she had as much interest in politics as he did. Silas chuckled, "Yeah, I’m from the Hallows. Artorias is my father." He added, not to brag, but to let her know his familial relation to said pack. "I’m not used to seeing so many wolves…" He trailed off as his aqua eyes looked over the crowd.

"Speech"