The bug-horse he was holding struggled, the creature looking up at him and speaking a sentence in its buzzing tongue. Getting the hint, Daniel carefully lowered it down amongst its fellows, the bug-horse taking care to leave pressure off of its hind leg. Looking up with a shiver, the creature smiled and chattered again, Daniel waving a colorless hand. “It’s all good, I think you helped stopped my hands from getting frostbite anyway.”