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.