Swiftcurrent Creek i'm not much a poet but a criminal

Arric lifted a wolfish brow. He really wanted to shake his melancholy friend, because he wasn't thinking. Still worried for two  and a half wolves they had no idea where they were.

And do you know where they are, cause I don't? Not to mention were we to find them say out of sheer freaking luck would they even listen to us or run again? They made their choices and as stupid as they are we have to respect them. And if it cause them harm i hope not, but if it does. It's on them.

Arric could be a cold bastard when he needed too. It was how he'd survived. Hated it, but could do it.

Arric sighed along with his friend. Me too bud me too.