The morning had barely come and Felicien had returned back to the South after his visit to Auster. His mind was still working, pressing him onward. His paws lead him almost aimlessly, though the man knew exactly where he was heading. It had been a little while since he’d seen Mara and Ruthger’s children… and he wanted to stop in and check on the two. His expression, as it often was, was unreadable as he walked, ears perked to carefully listen to the sounds of the world around him. To think… that soon he’d be hitting the big ten… heh. Funny how fast life could slip past you before you even realized it.

He had come to the Range, gaze scanning the horizon as the sun began to kiss the Earth. A brow arched as the man caught a dark coat moving near the strange red thing… A barn it was called, though to Feli it was just a sad excuse for a den made by two legs long ago. But he was sure he knew that coat… the coat of young Amos, was it not? Felicien decided to investigate further; surely his eyesight wasn’t failing him yet. Paws lead the old soldier onward, silver-gray gaze holding just a tad bit of amusement within them.

If it was Amos… what was the young one doing up and around already?

He was determined to explore every inch of this weird place. It had one of the least natural features he'd ever seen and that made it strange but exciting. Wandering through all the funny plants that bore fruits he'd not seen in the orchard, Amos took in the sights and smells with a grin on his lips. It was so nice here. Especially when stupid Rogdar wasn't here. He'd just thought he saw another weird clucky bird, quickly tip toeing after the animal in a low crouch. He was going to try pouncing on it but a familiar scent hit his nostrils just then. Was that...

It was! Forgetting himself for a moment the boy straightened and looked around, effectively frightening the bird away. It wasn't too disappointing now that he had something else to focus on. Homing in on what he thought was the older man, Amos trotted in that direction, coming to bounce at Feli's paws, as exuberant as ever. "Feli, Feli! Where have you been?" Tail wagging, the child hoped he would be getting a story of some kind.