Hushed Willows A crackpipe full of dreams

Answers came, piece by piece. His trust was not going to come easily, and abstractly, he felt almost cornered by all of this horrid luck at once so that it wasn't the easiest to listen. What Reek offered was a better chance, but it might not land him in a better home than what here had been -- although that was thoroughly yanked out from beneath him. He just wished he could know why.

Heaving a sigh, he shivered from the cold and circumstance alike. "How could we do that? I don't.. know how? Especially if we don't even know where it is we're gonna go.." he asked, desperate for anything he could get as he tried pitifully to warm up to going away from the Keep. His family shouldn't be traveling if the weather was this bad anyway; even if they returned, he knew he shouldn't expect them until closer to spring.. ideally. But what did he know these days with everything turning upside-down. Maybe they'd never make it back this way, had found a paradise somewhere far from sorrow, and he had been wrong to not go with them.

Silas still kept his ears folded back, obviously nervous about all of this more by the second, but sensing another new defeat coming up on him.

He'd been really young when they'd left the Creek, but that feeling had still stuck with him for a long time and likely amplified by the loss of his brother. That hadn't been his decision to make, though. The swarm had helped seal the deal. This bad bitter cold seemed to do the same here and now. "I know," he winced and slumped his head tiredly. I don't want to die alone seemed to be all he could reason with, although he couldn't even bare to look at Reek yet after he'd said this.