Golden Glade taking your time

Sick? No, he shook his head back and forth to answer. That wasn't an issue here. Even Jhala's young pups seemed okay enough to Silas -- not that he'd looked closely because they were still beneath that age limit for him where vaguely ignoring them all he could was best protocol. "Oh. Does the winter make it difficult?" How do you survive roaming by yourself he wondered.

"There is maybe.. Well," Silas seemed to waver on what he wanted to say, or how exactly to say it to this foreign traveling doctor with motives he did not understand either. "He's not sick, and this is kind of something he's already adapted to, but my.. friend. On the trek here from our last home, the cold froze some of his toes so badly that they came off." The dark Ostrega watched the stranger very carefully to gauge what he should detail. "Have you seen that before? Is there anything to.. I don't know, anything he could do to protect himself where he doesn't have toes now? Does it just scar up and be all okay for good when something like that happens? Because it really seems that way," he explained nervously. Silas had never experienced lost parts, no matter how small the digit, before. Reek had not seemed overly fretful about them once the damage was done and Tambourine got around fine after initially adjusting, so knowing that had soothed Silas somewhat. It still sat heavy on his mind sometimes, though.