Golden Glade it's your life, it's your call

He was ponderous in the silence too, watching the warmth of his steadied breaths on the cold air as he considered on. Somehow, what Tambourine said didn't surprise him much because maybe, secretly, he may have entertained a similar notion if it didn't work out for him here. Although never, ever enough to put it into words so easily. "Yeah, I.." he fumbled gently. I know. I agree. I could.. too.. maybe.

Silas could find no harm in that type of thinking yet. He scarcely believed he was here at all -- this seemed so out of his normal. Truly, it was, because he had nothing else left that had once been normal besides Tambourine. All of his siblings, his parents, and every other trusted adult he'd ever known. Gone, gone, gone and now here he was in a foreign place with a menagerie of wolves he barely knew. It was all alright enough as a whole. His needs were met and no one had been downright offensive. Maybe he'd find a niche here that would make it easier to move on, without. Silas couldn't know yet. "It wouldn't have to be without me," he said as he carefully shifted and curled his toes into the snow. Could he even just stay and watch him go if nothing else held him back?

"I mean.. yeah, especially if this doesn't feel right.. I still don't even know entirely why Reek and Jhala came and took us in or why the Keep just vanished out from under us or any of it," Silas amended and detailed, beginning slightly to pick at a some topics semi-related to his discontent. "None of it even feels real yet."