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.

Hey, old man. A voice flippantly called out, and Amon turned his gaze sharply to reveal who it was - seeing Fox in the next instant, he relaxed. Her jovial little march halted when she was close enough, and then she offered to grab him something to play with.. Or eat, or... Whatever it was these pumpkins were good for. He was going to refuse the offer, but reconsidered quickly. Why not have a little fun? The entire pack was here and nobody was in any danger. Ah, alright. I'll give it a shot.

The leader hopped off and returned in a flash, offering up a nice little pumpkin which she held by the green stalk; after dropping it nearby, she was off once more - towards one of the menfolk who had somehow wedged one of the spheres on to his own head. Peculiar creature, Amon thought with a quirk of his brow, and then turned his attention back to the orange thing.

With one paw he rolled it closer, and then began to inspect it. It smelled like... A plant. With a quick flick of his big fat tongue, he identified that it tasted like a plant as well. What was he supposed to do with it again? A quick glance around the group, and surmised that eating it was the intended activity. So he slouched upon the ground, pumpkin between his forelegs, and attempted to bite at the surface.

This pack was a strange one — they were all so close despite being strangers, for the most part — and the increasing level of foolish behavior was worrying to the older man. He had finished trying to bite and tear through the pumpkin skin between his paws, and thus he discarded it with a flick of his paw. The orb rolled and caught upon some soil.

Amon's gaze roamed the gathering. He watched the jovial faces of his comrades, witnessing the tussle between the two leaders, the way Peregrine raised himself upon Fox, and the reactions of various others - Amon wanted to laugh at their antics, but something stopped him. The beast got to his paws in the next moment and began a steady stride away from them all. Let them have their fun, they'd earned it.

Sitting around was something he wasn't accustomed to. There was work to be done somewhere - the caches, the borders, making sure they were equipped to deal with Donnie if the fool ever showed up - and so Amon began to slip away.