Trystan plucked an apple and offered it to Frost before moving to stand near his brother, slightly behind as though the slimmer man was there to hide him. It was typical for them honestly. Both had their place, so to speak, and Trys rarely attempted to be noticed like his brother was. Too much attention just made him feel awkward and uncomfortable. He wasn't hungry himself but seeing the small wolf eat the apple - or hearing it really - was a good thing. Some meat would be good too, the small creature thought, and as quick as the thought was there, a bucket of food for Frost appeared and he hopped down to eat, casting a glance at Daywnfyre to join him in a meal.
He raised a hand in greeting to the woman and then glanced at Godric. He would likely reply. It was better to allow that. Godric was better with people than he had ever been, and so he kept quiet while Godr kept attention from him. Instead of speaking, he knelt beside the animals now eating and stroked the wolf’s head, eliciting a pleased feeling from the animal.