"Not the faintest idea, really. Just where the monsters are not." Which, with Amos's talent, doesn't exactly mean it'll be wholly monster-free; he can't sense demons, or capricious gods, or the fae-kind (elves, weres, vampires, and the like). Just somewhere animal-like monsters are not.

He stops, abruptly, tipping his head to listen very hard. A fight, a tangle, a crossing of paths? He can't tell for a moment, struggling to sort out the overlapping thoughts.