Oh, the joy of meeting a stranger in weird places, the tree tunnel leading into a cave of all things. Amon looked the bigger wolf up and down, as he motioned with his paw. Oh, what a gentleman he put his own paw to his chest, playfully taking the role of the lady on a first date, before brushing past the yearling.

Making sure to brush his tail up against the stranger's muzzle like a tease was he entered the cave

The real question, was what this boy that smelt like The Saints would do? Amon was always ready for a fight, even if he looked like his guard was down, the perks of growing up in Warcrest. This place look familiar to you Saint boy? he questioned, as they walked forward.