Totoka River to carry adolescent as an atlas

He tried to understand, and thought that maybe he did in part. But it was hesitantly that he signaled some agreement, though his ears swung at her awfully fast when she moved closer. Silas still felt nervous about this. He didn't meet strangers -- and especially not shivering little black-furred ones like her? He didn't know what to do.

Silas shied away when she shook, squinting and hoping he wouldn't get too sprinkled. He gaped silently, still feeling as unsure as before despite the seconds ticking by. "U..uh," he grunted, then resigned to needing to shake his own fur too, although to far less of an effect. "I'm Silas," he offered next with his ears splaying and a look of concern. He reaches a little closer himself by just a step, but he hopes she'll dry the rest of the way quickly (since he doesn't think he can really help the matter); it's pretty cold for being damp.