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He had watched the hunt from afar - seeing as he was too big, too loud, and too old to participate - and was pleased when he saw the deer go down. Its silhouette was overwhelmed by various wolf figures; once it was down, Amon began the hike towards it. He may not have been helpful in hunting it, but he could easily help in storing it.

By the time Amon arrived, most of the hunting party had dispersed. They were likely too bloated from their chow-down to be of use... Food comas were wonderful things. As Amon set about inspecting the carcass, he noticed Peregrine - and then another, a golden boy he'd yet to meet. The old git chuffed to the both of them, and with a wag of his tail, sat down adjacent.

Got yerself a mighty fine bounty, eh Peregrine. Need any help storin' it, or have you got that covered? As he asked these questions, Amon glanced at the new recruit and carefully scrutinized him; he seemed young, like many of the others among the caldera wolves, and remarkably familiar - had they met before? Ah, and who might you be?