He wiggled and turned, jiggled and ducked, and then wiggled some more, but nothing helped. It was with a defeated huff that Amon finally halted to rest, and in that moment there was a bump to his rear-end. His ears shot back against his head - but not out of a sense of fear or anger, but necessity. He wanted to get a glimpse of whoever-the-heck thought touching his butt was a good idea at this point in time.
And then, a voice. Now, how did this happen?
Light and youthful, and yet also somehow parent-like; Amon tried to turn and get a look at the stranger, but all he could see was his own round hip; the hunch of his shoulders almost blocked his view completely as well. Ugh, the issue of his size had never been more apparent.
Ay! Watch what you're bumpin!
He called out, then turned in the opposite direction with the hope that this new unique angle would afford him some sort of view - it didn't. Stranger danger, and all that jazz! Yeesh.
His tone was playful, but Amon couldn't help the apprehension he was feeling. This was quite the compromising position.