Reap what you sew

*Amon* · 02-27-2017, 12:19 PM

The man seemed unperturbed by Amon's presence. Brilliant, he thought to himself. Then the man stood up, and Amon's hackles rose in time. An ambush, perhaps? It was just what he needed to brighten his morning. He came to an ambling halt and turned, leveling the stranger in a glacial gaze. He just stood there, looking disgruntled if nothing else, and all he had for Amon were words of warning. Pack lands? Innterestesting, he hummed to himself. "And? What difference does that make to me?" he asked in a low, rumbling baritone. After all, what was a King to a God? He sought solitude and nothing else, and he would walk where he pleased.

Still, the man's odd countenance intrigued him. Was it his pack? Did he even care, if that was how he protected his borders? Amon didn't care much for being challenged, but it was too hot to allow himself to fly off the handle. Again, deep bass rumbling in his tone, he spoke. "Your pack, I'd assume?" If so, what was he doing all the way out here, alone? And what would he do if his limits were... tested. Amon looked back the way he had been intending to travel, considering. He really was worn out, was it worth the energy to fool around with the small man? He waited to see what he had in store.
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