Myth in the Making

While Amon's duties were many and varied, he was loathe to admit that he had not yet met his eldest sister's young. The birth was certain this time, but he would be watching her children closely for any signs of succumbing to Abyzou's affliction. When crossing one of their scent trails along his patrol, it was not difficult to persuade himself to allow a quick diversion. Stopping eventually when her scent grew strongest he paused amongst the brush, trying to spot any sign of her there. Instead, this one chose to announce herself in a rather spectacular way.

Amon did not startle, but he was surprised to feel something strike his hind leg. There was no pain, so he slowly turned to lay eyes on his latest assaulter. "Ooww!" she cried out. "Who're you?" Amon lifted an eyebrow and allowed a chuckle to escape his lips. "Where is your mother, little one?" Amon lifted his head to scan the horizon, hoping that Anamalech had not left her latest progeny to wander too far unattended. Turning his attention back to the pup, Amon went on. "I am your uncle, Amon. Are you playing here?" What was the little tyke up to? Exploring the stream, hmm? Well, certainly best to do that supervised. He quirked his head at the girl, wondering if she had the manners to introduce herself or not.


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