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.