Silvertip Mountain I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

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It wasn't easy to leave. The almost-yearling trudged forward, yet still following behind, and hated every second of it. Staying close to Tambourine was his only solace. He was the only piece of familiarity he could cling to, and once they'd got to moving, he realized how it must be for him to abandon him birthplace. Silas had been there once months back, even if he'd still had his parents much unlike the silver boy. Although here and now, the cold managed to make everything exceptionally miserable. Eventually, he started to feel more numb to it all.

The dark Ostrega would remain reluctant to open up to any of them, but he noticed the experienced way Reek took to the head of all things so he'd listen to him. Beside that, Silas still preferred to keep away from the others. He watched them from the back and didn't want to trust any of them yet. Maybe part of that was only him still feeling sour about the whole pack up and deserting him and Tambourine, though.

Anyway, everything was horrible and they headed for a cave. Mechanically he followed along and tried to block as much of it out as he absolutely could. He wedged up as close to Tambourine for warmth and set his head down on his forelimbs to watch the others mill about companionably (excluding the liver-coat female..), hoping that they'd be left alone. If he was lucky, he could doze peacefully at some point, but he was still adjusting to this kind of company in such an unfamiliar place. It was very different for the homebody.