Great Scott

Thinking about the future would have to take second place to the present, as her reverie was interrupted by a voice calling out a greeting to her. Gwen blinked herself back to focus on the dark face and multicolor eyes of Amos. A welcoming smile came after recognition did. "Amos, hello," she returned with amusement. She studied the young wolf for a moment, remembering her recent resolve to get to know him better. He was one of the most recent additions to the pack, but since they hadn't had any new members in quite some time he'd been there for quite long enough that she should have sought him out long before this. Well, she wouldn't waste the opportunity now that it had been dropped into her lap. Mana from heaven. "How have you been, Amos? I apologize for not having made more time to meet you properly before now."