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A decent number - not too many to handle, and not too few to seem like an easy target, should anyone feel the desire to invade. Nobody is going to invade, you idiot, Amon caught himself thinking of the exact situation he had hoped to avoid, what with his brother's sudden appearance in the area. Donatus wasn't here; he was off nursing his wounds, hopefully far from the wilds.

Say, you seem like you’ve lived through plenty of winters. Fox commented brightly, and Amon's appraising glance held thinly veiled mirth. It wasn't every day that he encountered someone as bold as this redhead.. Although, it would likely become more common now that he was properly settled in.

You got any advice for a whipper-snapper like me?

Advice? Heck, he'd never led a pack before. He'd served in the Guard, but that was more like a militia - the majority of Amon's advice centered around fighting techniques, field strategy, and the gathering of information using a particular set of skills. But she wouldn't want to hear about that.

Ah, depends on what sort of issues yer facing. To be honest I have never been in control of a pack, so I have little knowledge in the proper running of one. His ears fanned out to both sides of his head, a comical little oops expression playing across his weathered face. My best advice - and take this with a grain of salt, little lady - is to keep your friends close, and yer enemies far underground, when possible.

That was probably not the sort of thing Fox was after, but it was the best he could do.