You can't be afraid if you want to be great

Telling Aurielle that he needed to go see the sights and stretch his legs for a while, Amos struck off on his newest adventure with his sights set northward. The pack was quiet these days, it might be nice for a change of pace and scenery. Maybe he'd find it easier to be a bit more active and involved once he let his mind relax a bit.

And relax he would, as soon as he got rid of that eerie feeling that someone was watching him... For a while he'd considered that his mother had decided to reappear, but the longer those eyes he felt remained hidden the less sure he became. No, she would've greeted him by now. Much as he liked to think poorly of her after their last unpleasant encounters, she wasn't that cowardly. His paws were a little uncomfortably warm from the sand beneath them, though he didn't want to enter any of the caves nearby until he'd decided if he was just crazy, or if there was really someone else out there and where they were.