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At Fox's next comment a light sort of.. Clicked on, in Amon's brain. Of course she was worrying about the winter, that made the most sense. Way to jump to random conclusions, old boy. He snorted softly, amused by his own thoughts, and then nodded at the girl's suggestion. Ah, so we'll be expecting little sprouts in the spring!

He may have been a big old military man, but that didn't mean he didn't adore children. Heck, when they were too small to be any fun, then the'd be with their ma and pa; but as soon as they could walk or run or scream, that was where the fun came in. I'd be honored to help. Mayhaps I can take yer old boy out for a hunt, and then we could stuff the den full of furs.

Again Amon was reminded of his inadequacy - he wasn't entirely suited for this sort of pack life, and it was obvious by his very suggestions. Killing things seemed to always be on his mind. Or, hmmph, maybe dry some.. Flowers... So it has a pretty smell. He was trying, and that's what mattered. That last quip made him scrunch his face up, almost like he was surprised by the very idea.