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Amon's pawsteps were silent as he followed the little adventurers, moving between the trees and the foliage like a professional stalker, letting them keep their sense of freedom while he kept them under guard. Dark red eyes watched over them with warmth, though his ears perked in alert as clunky footsteps drew near, focus shifting towards the figure. Who the hell was this yearling? What did he miss this last month on paternity leave?

He was ready to lunge in his pups defense if the teenager proved violent, but he was pleased to see the adolescent was trying to herd them back home instead. He'll need to meet this kid properly later, but for now he stayed hidden, if the boy used his nose he'd be able to smell him, but with these mists? You'd need a good eye to pick him out.