Zones

Amos really hoped this wouldn't turn out to be a land which boasted only one unique landmark; a crap ton of fog. If it was he'd slightly resent that, probably only come back for patrols cause lands with nothing cool weren't fun to hang out in. He padded through the fog at an easy pace, his movements unhurried, eyes roaving this way and that hoping to make out something interesting through the thick fog. Fog was kind of a bummer. The extra moisture dampened scents and made everything hard to see.

Speaking of scents... he smelled someone not too far away. There wasn't much in the way of wind, but the scent was fresh so- oh, hey, he knew that scent too! Grinning, Amos' expression turned impish. May as well have some fun with his fellow pack member, right? Crouching, he'd pad slowly through the brush until the scent got a little stronger, hoping his dark pelt would keep him concealed as long as he stayed where the foliage was thickest. Grabbing a reasonably sized stone, Amos tossed it a dozen feet or so. The rock landed with a soft but distinct thump that he hoped would draw his packmate out of hiding. Maybe Amos could spook him or something.