Great Scott

For part of the morning he'd been patrolling along the wall, keeping an eye out for whatever unusual things might signal a problem or a threat to the pack. Fortunately, nothing seemed to jump out. In fact, it was all dreadfully quiet. Unfortunately that left him looking for more ways to be productive as the sun climbed higher and the heat of the day approached to cook him in his dark pelt.

Usually he could go a good long while without ever accidentally running into anyone, a fact that made Amos a little sad at times since he really did prefer the company of others. That was why he was rather surprised when he spotted someone he recognized as Gwenevere up ahead. Mismatched eyes widened just a bit before the usual wide grin found it's way to his lips and Amos approached with his tail wagging gently. "Hello, Gwenevere," he called out before coming to sit nearby. He hadn't really thought of what else to say in his excitement to finally have a chance at properly meeting someone else he'd yet to get a one-on-one conversation with.