Aamon stalks through the woods, the wind guiding his steps as he follows the scent of an intruder on his territory. His raven black tail swings gently behind him as his sharp eyes and ears scan the area.

His senses heighten as he nears the source of the unfamiliar scent, and his scruffy black hair blows in the wind, giving him an even more intimidating look.

His demeanor shifts depending on the species of the intruder.. and he is ready to pounce if needed.