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Following his visit to the tall mountain peak, Ovaltine wandered south and west, letting his paws carry him to yet another swath of claimed land. Another mountain, surprisingly close to the last one, and he was again keen to soak up whatever knowledge they could provide him with. The stench of their markings was enough to make him stay far enough away so that he would not sound the alarms, but he lingered again, this time letting his whole body fall to the floor of the earth as he began to groom his front paws.

As he awaited the (almost certain) patrol, he pondered on what this summer would bring. Ovaltine had no intentions of settling down here, but it would make a nice haunt until the weather drove him south to a warmer climate with more abundant prey. Besides, he had found that most wolves did not take kindly to the scavenging type such as himself. They preferred those that stuck around, pledged their loyalty, and pretended as if nothing could ever take them away. Ovaltine was a realist, and he thought such things were silly.