Elwood,
The man bellowed, and though the sound was not unkind it was quite rough and tumble; like crunching across a gravel path. Alright, for an old fart.
His ears turned in the boy's direction, expecting further conversation, but the rest of him was keenly interested in watching the ice upon the leaves. The yellow of the trees was starting to fade as the trees shed their colors, but some sparks of vivacious yellow still shimmered in the winter light.
Out for a wander are ya? Care to walk with me?
Two sets of eyes were better than one - and if they did encounter Donnie, then they'd make his last moments quick. It hadn't occurred to Amon yet that not every beast knew how to kill, maim, or murder; he felt like he was back with the guard for a moment, and felt a thrilling fire in his blood.