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Amon woke with a start, the fur on his spine rippling for a moment as he got his barings again.

This wasn't the first weird dream he's had, though given how it seemed to play out like it was supposed to immediately follow the last weird one he had..This wasn't a curse thing. This wasn't past memories he'd long forgotten coming to haunt him, these were visions.

Nothing he can really do about it though, besides go about his day.

Patrols wait for no one, so the man slipped out of his den and stretched, before ruffling his fur and heading out. Through the trees, the paths he's worn down by now in the year and a half they've been here, ears perked and eyes scanning the distance while thoughts of the silly little runes danced in his head.