Amon was late to the party, of course. He had been napping beneath his favorite tree, in that glorious little forest; the one he always ran to when he had a spare moment (which was all the time). When the call had risen up from the caldera's edge, he begrudgingly roused himself and began the hike towards the mountain.
And when he arrived, he was greeted by a cliffside peppered by various bodies. Not only that, but there were strange orange things which, in all of his many years, were a strange and new sight to behold. Amon carefully made his way towards the gathering and made it in time for the tail-end of Fox's announcements.
-will be having children as soon as nature decides that I’m ready. I want all of you to be involved in raising them once they’re old enough.
Kids? Ah, right. She'd mentioned that before. Amon scanned the group for familiar faces - and reactions - as he settled in among the bulbous plants. Peregrine promptly began to say something else, so the old man turned his attention that way, but the announcement was quick and to the point - trades, that thing that made a pack work right.
And then, as his pack mates began playing around with the pumpkins, Amon sat back and watched. His joints were too sore, burning from the hike to the caldera, and he wasn't in the mood for play. Still, he could observe. Observing was his forte.