Totoka River to carry adolescent as an atlas

Wariness, curiosity, and a little extra of his personal brand of perpetual worry blend oddly, and Silas hopes this isn't bothering her. He wonders if she can even discern his discomfort, or if he can fake it decently enough to not be as awkward as he truly, honestly, feels. But as graceless as his efforts to socialize are, he is still learning in bits and pieces. Worth nothing is that he never really seems to get words out of her for answers. He tries to think of a new approach but he doesn't know how to begin.

When she curled up in a little ball on the ground, he peered on with a creeping sense of understanding and small frown. Next, he gestured with his snout at the space beside her. "Can I.." he began, tightening his jawline before he could speak on; this wouldn't be anything to offer if she were a packmate. Used to bedding down in the Crook and occasionally mooching warmth from others when needed, he did know it worked. "..sit next to you..?" He fluffed up his relatively dense and mostly-dry furs to show his intentions somewhat -- maybe. Silas wouldn't blame her if she'd rather he just go away. But he'd feel badly about leaving a cold girl all alone like that.