Silver Creek two-toed sloths cannot shiver to stay warm

She beamed. “Great,” she said, tail waving through the air behind her. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on her part, but she really did want to believe that prey wouldn’t be so hard to come by near the water. She hadn’t been in the locust-plagued region long enough to realize just how desolate the land actually was, though.
 
“Have you been in Silver Creek very long?” she asked as her gaze flickered to study his charcoal features. Despite his withered appearance, he wasn’t hard on the eyes at all. She felt a pang of sadness at the thought. Hopefully she’d have the chance to see him in his prime if the famine ever drew to an end.