While I looked around, finishing up my breakfast, I could feel Rowe watching me closely. He chewed on the roots and other plants I’d avoided, leaving all the sweet stuff for me, which I thought was incredibly kind of him. When I finished, I was going to try to communicate about getting back to the river when he got up and headed to that back tunnel I’d been eyeing curiously. He looked back over his shoulder at me, and I had put together that he expected me to follow.
