It had been many days now since he had eaten. The last thing Amon remembered feasting upon was an old elk carcass, and even that had been less than scraps - probably a few weeks old itself. The meager amount of meat he had stripped from the body was still deteriorating in his gut, most likely. The taste of weather-hardened skin was something Amon would happily do without, now that he was a part of a pack.

The first order of business which lay before him was, introductions. He had stumbled upon one wandering lady (young Siv, if he remembers correctly) and was now seeking out others. The caldera descended before him, forming the natural bowl which had so captivated the Redhawk wolves. Amon paused to survey the incline before him, watching the ground as if waiting for it to move. It didn't, but... Something moved across it.

Instantly the man tried to crouch, and in his own lumbering manner he advanced upon the position of whatever it was that had caught his attention. The rocky terrain was difficult to traverse while trying to remain stealthy. But he made it to a cluster of rocks and boulders, which then became his cover. With a peek of his nose around the rocks he took a great whiff -- and identified the targets swiftly.

Turkeys. A cluster of very fat males, a few more petite females... All of them catching Amon's attention and making him salivate. What was the best way to hunt turkey? It'd be difficult for the aging man to catch one of the fatter ones without assistance, but... He also couldn't call for help without spooking the entire huddled flock.

Amon might have excelled in hunting if he were younger, or in any way smaller. It was difficult to hide the broad man among the stony landscape, even if the deep tone of his fur made him similar to an earthen shadow; he would never be properly suited for the position of a hunter. Perhaps in knowing this, Amon had sought out the Firebrand Guard in his youth - to learn how to use his massive body to the fullest extent. But such thoughts were vague upon his mind now. He wanted to catch something. The instinctual desire to grab one of those turkeys by their slender necks and toss them around - that was the thought which filled his mind to the brim.

Even that momentary morbidity was put on hold when a voice caught his attention. With a flick of his eyes he caught sight of the approaching wolf - a stark black creature that held a commanding presence, who lifted his tail and carried himself similar to Fox - and make the quick assumption that this was Peregrine. The boy introduced himself a heartbeat later, to which Amon gave a brief nod, and returned his attention to the turkeys.

With two wolves they would have much better chances. When startled a turkey could take flight, or in the case of the males, likely retaliate until the hens were safe and away. Amon didn't want one of the smaller birds. His eyes were locked upon a plump male who was prostrating himself before a small gathering of ladies, erecting a fan of colorful plumage to add to the effect.

For a moment Amon thought he heard Peregrine say something further - instructions, or something else low and too difficult for his stupid ears to hear. He turned his head and was preparing to question the dark boy... And the movement, subtle as it was, caught the attention of one ladybird. It called out sharply and jumped away from the boulders where the burdensome wolf was hiding.

And the rest of the birds were quick to mimic the frightened female. Holding back a curse, Amon bolted from his hiding place and began to give chase. Oh come on, really?! It just wasn't fair.

By the luck of the draw, one of the females had become segregated from the group when Peregrine leaped in to action. She was stuck clucking in confusion, turning this way and that, hoping for a way out. Amon was more interested in the big-breasted males; three of them remained behind while the rest of the birds took to cover. By turning and charging for the clustered birds, he hoped to divide and conquer - and they did split up somewhat, flustered and obnoxious in their fear of the burly wolf among them. Amon snapped at one of the more bold turkeys which had begun to run, and then stopped and flared up with indignation towards the canine threat.

As impromptu as this hunt appeared to be, Amon found himself enjoying the thrill of the chase. He pounded the earth with his paws and circled the agitated bird. The turkey's plumage was raised and he was puffed up, trying to intimidate the attacker while directing attention away from the thin female. Amon dove in close and snapped at the bird, but did not seek out a killing blow; it had become a game between himself and this feathered beast. Looks like it wants a fight. You good? Amon called out to the black wolf nearby, and spared him a brief look. Peregrine looked able-bodied; he was an alpha after all, so handling a few birds should be easy.