Tall Tales [Pack Storytime]

Amos had been growing restless over the last few days... weeks... for a while, really. Most of the time it was easy to bury the feeling and keep moving, doing his basic duties and trying his best to muddle through the great stretches of solitude. Much as he tried to pretend otherwise, the man was a social creature and going ages between conversations was absolutely killing him. But, that was largely his fault. He should probably just start tracking down pack members and either practicing his skills with a willing participant or at least do his best to force some small talk out of 'em.

Lounging outside his den, which was really just an unoccupied one someone else must have left ages ago because he found it more interesting than digging out his own, he heaved a heavy sigh. When he heard the call ring out, for a moment he was suspicious. Was it real? Bah, course it was, he wasn't that starved for social interaction. Although imagining howls did seem like it was a possibility on the horizon. Hopping to s standing position, he began bounding in Aurielle's direction.

Upon arrival, he found some familiar faces, and a few new ones. To Gwenevere and Aurielle he offered a smile and a dip of his head before settling in the thick of the group, sitting down heavily and looking rather happy to be there as per usual. The kid by Gwen he could guess was the pup who hadn't been at the meeting where she'd introduced her kids. The other two he'd noticed the scents of before, but had yet to actually meet face to face. The man had never been alone when Amos scented him, and Aurielle and Gwen's ease at his presence told him all he needed to know. For once he couldn't think of much to say, he was just happy to see some pack members gathering, so Amos remained silent and waited to find out what this was about.