Martin smiled at Aimee, then continued to look straight ahead.
Thinking back on arriving at this deserted island, he really had encountered quite a few wolves.
The first time was with a Black Wolf, which almost became his meal. At that time, he had just arrived on the island and was incredibly scared and terrified of the wolves.
Initially, they entered the depths of the dense forest to avoid the wolf pack, then ended up in the Giant Lizard's lair, got chased into the desert, and now found themselves here.
Martin felt he had an inexplicable connection with wolves.
"Martin, what should we do?" Aimee, beside him, was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, finally unable to hold back and shouted at Martin.
Martin collected his thoughts and said to Aimee, "Let's go take a look!"
"What?"
