Reality hits you hard, bro

Venturing around Boreas in a similar manner to a boat lost at sea was depressingly normal for Amos sometimes. Maybe he was in a persisting funk, or a little depressed or something of that nature. He tried to do his best and be active around the pack and overall reasonably productive with his life, but sometimes it wasn't easy. He missed when things felt easier. When did they stop feeling that way? Bah, none of that, he needed to quit thinking that way and pull himself out of his own head before it got any worse.

Honestly, as he padded slowly over the vast expanse of sand he could only really think of how he much preferred the terrain and climate to the east. Sure, it was probably a bit more frosty there right now, but the desert just wasn't as pretty in his opinion. Yawning, he searched the sky for his companion for a few moments. Finding the creature was nowhere to be seen, but instead an interesting sight awaited him. Colors filled the sky, moving and honestly... breaking his brain a little. Now that was pretty cool. Amos had never seen anything like it before. He sat and watched it for a while, mesmerized. It was a good long while before he continued onward, approaching a patch of green he'd seen on the horizon. Before he'd thought it might not be real, but suddenly Amos was more inclined to believe in unusual or unexpected things.