Amonir spent most of his time outside the tree. He liked the company of the cat, and would curl up in his wolf form on the other side of the wall of mist. The purring was very relaxing.

Amonir hears the girl long before he sees her. He swells with joy that the feline could return home now, but at the same time he is pained to see the cat go, but he knew the cat would do better with the girl.

Without thinking much about it, he howls in joy and sadness, his tones shifting. It isn't long before Amonir gets lonely from howling loud enough the tree could even hear it, without a response.