Worrying about the potential of seeing his brother again, Amon had been preoccupied. So much so that he had failed in many of his duties - abandoning the pack, more or less, to become a less social creature. He did grunt work on most days. Patrolling the area he had last encountered Donnie, hunting small prey for himself, and generally avoiding the others. When a howl greeted his ears, he was charmed by it; but at the same time, the long winter days of self-implemented solitude made him... Nervous? No. Unsure, maybe. He felt off and couldn't really figure out why.
But he was being summoned, and that was a rarity. Perhaps it was his desire for contact and camaraderie that resulted in his changed mind. Amon breathed a great puff of a sigh, watching as the breath dissipated as he thought, and lurched in to action. It did not take long for him to find the origin of the call - but by the time he had reached the wolf in question, she was not alone. The brute tried to place faces with names, but due to his segregation, he couldn't remember if he had met these two or not.
But he did hear the female speak, reprimanding the male who advanced upon the carcass. Amon did not intervene, but he did not seek out the meat either. For a moment he was still and watching, then striding towards the two of them - dipping his head in a little nod towards the Beta.