The sound of twin voices rising from the nearby hills made the stranger wake from his light slumber. When more voices joined with those, he lifted his own head and eyed the distant trees with a restlessness indicative to his lifestyle. Amon had been careful in his wandering. The lake which had held his attention for the better part of a week had since become boring to the aging wolf, however, the combined voices of many others now piqued his interest.
There was a brief moment of hesitation, of skepticism. How likely was it that a band of strange wolves would accept the likes of him? But he knew better than to doubt for very long. The moment to decide was upon him, and Amon was swift upon making his choice.
He rose from his makeshift resting place - a pile of autumn leaves - and stood alert, canting his head back in order to issue forth a deep and wild call of his own. A pledge of services, more or less, which lifted free from the lake's edge. In the moments following, his sound grew dim upon the wind. He would need to get moving if he planned to intercept these strangers - and hopefully make a name of himself among their ranks.