As soon as he was given the chance, Amon delved in to the freshly claimed territory. It took some time for him to hike up the steep slopes, and he hadn't even managed to reach a very grand height upon the mountain when he had to take his first rest. Come on legs, you've tread on worse than this, He thought idly, as he stood overlooking the stone-laden path that he had traversed in order to reach this point. A sigh sifted through his teeth, and as he grit them tight, Amon began to climb some more.

By the time he caught sight of another living animal, he was quite out of breath. She was ambling about the place without a single ounce of pleasure in her stride; and then he caught a blurred image of her face as she passed on by him, and Amon noticed her stern expression. With a low baying, he called to her. Hey! In a hurry?

His voice appeared to present a barrier of which she had to avoid, resulting in the girl halting quite suddenly and turning to regard him. It was now that Amon noticed the specifics: she was a dainty thing, far less wolf and more... Something else. But he wasn't one to dwell upon such unimportant things like bloodline. She was smaller than what he anticipated, having expected her to grow a bit larger as she got closer, but she did not. Curious.

Ah yeah, the weather. Amon gave a small nod as if he understood, but he hadn't been here very long. The lake hadn't been a cold rendezvous point for the wanderer - and now he was in this open country, where the sky met the mountain. The morning was taking forever to arrive, with a pale light creeping up the equally pale sky.

Want some company? He asked, but wasn't exactly asking. While his voice rumbled, his body advanced so that he could stand side-by-side with the tiny girl. I just got here, see. If you're goin' on a walk then I could use a guide. And Fox had told him to seek other wolves out, so, he was just following orders.

Man alive, so you’re new! The girl exclaimed, growing abruptly excited when this obvious fact dawned upon her. Her acceptance of her role as tour guide caused Amon to smirk, kind of, and a light chuckle rumbled from his belly. Siv Savoy - sounds important to me. The man commented as he took the first step, and after a few more he turned and gave a roguish bow in the girl's direction. And I'm Amon. No last name for me though, ain't that grand.

It seemed like his bow wasn't going to stop - but that was likely just his hunching shoulders. The bear-like lump that gave him his looming quality. Well then little Siv, lead the way. Around them the earth was ragged and dry. The territory seemed to be primarily made up of mountainous ridges, and none more prominent than the caldera itself. Briefly Amon wondered about why wolves would choose this place to home themselves - but he was ignorant, and a little biased since he had just been visiting the nearby lake.

You look pretty grand to me! The girl commented, no doubt about his great size. It was an asset in some cases, but now that he was older Amon felt the aches and pains of his bad joints; being big wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Not any more.

They walked for a bit before Siv's question popped in to the air, When did you join the caldera, Amon? And with the question came Amon smirked and gave her a shrug. About the same time as it's creation. I heard the howling and met with one of the leaders the next morning - ah, I think it was Fox? The little red one. Or had it been Peregrine? Blast this memory of his. How about you?

She, like most new faces, had questions. Amon was never particularly interested in anyone's past, but it seemed as if this was a trait left to the young. Maybe these youngsters thought he had some sort of grand life that he'd happily share - but when the question was voiced, Amon chuffed a tiny laugh, and rolled his shoulders. He deflected. It was as natural a reaction as breathing, to him; the Guard did not deserve a place in his memory, nor in the minds of others. Ah, nowhere. Everywhere. I've been wanderin' a while - close to two years, methinks. That was true, he had been wandering, on the run from the Guard, so to some extent he was sincere.

What about you, little lady? The beastly man responded swiftly, turning the conversation away from himself and back upon Siv. She was young and probably didn't have much of a life to talk about, but that would change. As they walked, she elucidated upon the topic - and while Amon listened, his mind drifted to thoughts of the Guard and the threat they may pose upon the caldera. What were the chances that those plainswalkers would find him here, though? Amon mindlessly walked alongside Siv and distracted himself with idle chatter, until their silhouettes were swallowed up by the rocky horizon.