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Amon was something of a fierce looking fellow. He had the body for fighting… or so it appeared. To be fair, Siv was nothing of a fighter, and probably wouldn’t know what to do if she ever found herself in such a situation, but she felt like she was a good enough judge of character to realize that Amon could hold his own in a battle. He was substantially older than most of the wolves that the coywolf girl had come across in the pack, though. This didn’t bother her in the slightest. He’d probably have more stories to tell than all of the other wolves combined. Having a soft spot for the lives of others, Siv would be certain to want to listen to tales of where he came from and what his life was like before the caldera.

As they walked, he mentioned having been wrangled in by Fox. A smile struck the girl’s face and she quickly nodded her head. “Yeah! Fox, she – uh – actually, she was the one who recruited me too,” Siv responded to him with a wagging of her tail. “She’s great. I think she and Perry are perfect leaders.” There was a lot of blind faith that went into Siv’s loyalty to the alphas of the caldera. She trusted them unwaveringly. Perhaps it was a good trait for someone like her to have, though. “Where’d you come from before joining the caldera, Amon?” Siv inquired, darting her blue eyes towards him.