This pack was a strange one — they were all so close despite being strangers, for the most part — and the increasing level of foolish behavior was worrying to the older man. He had finished trying to bite and tear through the pumpkin skin between his paws, and thus he discarded it with a flick of his paw. The orb rolled and caught upon some soil.
Amon's gaze roamed the gathering. He watched the jovial faces of his comrades, witnessing the tussle between the two leaders, the way Peregrine raised himself upon Fox, and the reactions of various others - Amon wanted to laugh at their antics, but something stopped him. The beast got to his paws in the next moment and began a steady stride away from them all. Let them have their fun, they'd earned it.
Sitting around was something he wasn't accustomed to. There was work to be done somewhere - the caches, the borders, making sure they were equipped to deal with Donnie if the fool ever showed up - and so Amon began to slip away.