Amon seemed like a wolf Serene was not sure she would like to meet or not. A part of her wanted to meet him, simply for the sake of meeting a part of Malleus's history. Another, more reasonable part of her, wanted to avoid him like the plague. Somehow, be it instinct or a warning from the Gods, she felt as if Amon would not care for her. Perhaps it would not matter, maybe he would never return, maybe he would and be a completely different wolf than that which he is described. "It's been quite some time, perhaps you've already passed his test, and if not his, than certainly His." She wasn't sure if these words were more for him or her own comfort, but either way she would be thankful for the topic change, shifting more to what Malleus would do upon his return. Hearing that the silver male would embark on the journey of starting his own pack, Serene's head would tilt in curiosity. "How exactly would one go about starting their own pack?" She never even thought about it before, but Branch was trying to do just that, and it seemed rather difficult. But perhaps Malleus would go about it in a different way.
