Upon being given the invitation to follow her, he did just that. What sort of plants could be of any use, anyway? Amon's lurching step kept him well within distance of the pale wolf, and as he trailed Ivev he didn't know where to direct his eyes; more than once they slipped to her nearby tail, or the motion of her paws, and upon realizing he was watching her Amon would divert his attention. The forest rose up around them, transitioning between greens and golds as the pair neared a cluster of aspen trees.
Feeling rather awkward, Amon cleared his throat in preparation for a question - and the sound spooked a myriad of tiny birds out of a nearby tree and across the airway above. Uhm, so...
What was he going to say again? Ah, right. What are we lookin' for?