He's surprisingly capable of taking care of himself on his lonesome, mainly relying on large quantities of smaller prey such as mice and voles to sustain himself. He has greater difficulty, however, in navigating social circumstances; it is possible this contributed at some point to his departure from his former pack. This is a guess at best, however, as Driftwood himself does not remember, something he finds understandably distressing. He craves social contact even more than most wolves, perhaps as a result of this gap.

His more immediate problem however has to do with his awkwardness upon meeting new people, especially; while he tries very hard to do the right thing, and frequently takes refuge in following the desires and actions of others where he can, he often struggles and has to consciously work to remind himself of what he knows when it comes to good manners: the usual instincts don't seem to be fully intact. Once in a while he also has minor balance problems.

He tends to get on best with youngsters, likely because he often seems something of an oafish puppy himself, a trait not every adult wolf finds charming all the time. Also like a pup, he is trusting and more than a little naive: those on the prowl for such will find him someone easy to take advantage of. His intermittent forgetfulness is a continual problem for him, one that tends to worsen under stress, and he relies quite heavily on environmental as well as social clues from the world at large. Yet he is eager, willing, and optimistic, and once this great-hearted and forgiving creature gets to deeply know and trust someone he is loyal to a fault.