You Hold On To What You Believe In

Adventure and exploration called to the young man almost as much as his drive to keep sparring and learning - part of the reason he still hadn't returned to Celestial's borders yet. He didn't really feel like it just yet, not when there was so much to do and see and wolves everywhere to learn from! Once he was in a pack things would change, and since he wasn't quite ready for that he decided it would be easier to wait until he was more inclined to accept the changes. Besides, he still had plenty of time, right? The young friend he made at the borders some time ago now still probably wasn't going on adventures into the outside world yet, so until then he felt alright roaming far and wide and pestering strangers to teach him things.

He was sitting at the top of one of the many large knolls, bison nowhere in sight. Eyeing his surroundings juuust in case that crazy uncle of his showed up, Amos eventually decided it was safe, flopping onto his stomach and grinning like a fool as he rolled down the slope, laughing all the way until his momentum lessened and he slowed and stopped in the valley below. Scrambling to shift sop he was layingon one side, head raised, Amos beamed at the world around him. He failed to notice the tuft of grass stuck to his head, but he did notice a young woman he hadn't previously seen. He would have felt embarrassed, but the yearling was busy wondering why she looked so familiar... Oh! That's right! "Hey, Philly, yeah? Whatchya doin'?"