god knows my worth

Shrike didn't say anything and that brought a frown to Karver's face. His silence didn't bode well and despite the humid nature of the mangroves Karver felt a chill run up his spine. Fine, he would bite his tongue and refrain from asking anymore dumb questions. He could manage that, probably. The pair pushed on, moving slower then Karver would like, as they made their way west. At their current position the mangroves were at their thickets, dense and tightly clustered, forcing the pair to weave and wind through rather than taking a quicker and more direct path. For the 100th time on this journey Karver found himself wondering why him, out of all the wolves that were alive why had Shrike dragged his unwilling ass along? A sigh slipped through gritted teeth as he watched Shrike lead on, completely unaware of the wolves that were waiting ahead. Out of sight and standing downwind.