Bearclaw Valley tuck your tail and run

Unlike his siblings, Ovaltine had never settled down after their father had passed away. As far as he was aware, most of his siblings all had families of their own now. Either that or they were helping their brothers and sisters. But that life had never been for Ovaltine. He had not minded helping his younger siblings learn and grow, but after his own father had passed, he had simply gone his own way. It did not seem as though any of that was about to change.

Oval continued to bounce from one place to the next, always a nomad. Granted, there were times when he would get frisky with a girl or two, but he was sure to be gone before things got too serious. A week, at the very most, was as long as he'd planted his feet anywhere. Commitment just wasn't his forte. Maybe (years down the road) that would change, but Ovaltine didn't expect or pine for it.

And so he continued south, this time stopping well outside yet another(!) pack's boundaries, pondering on how long it would take for somebody to show up and either greet him or chase him off.