Kintla Flatlands sunday matinée

Location: Tormented Tarns.

Having stopped briefly at Bearclaw Valley, Ovaltine now began to skirt a behemoth of a mountain. It was a big one, but he was curious to see what was on the other side of it. Not because he thought there was something grand and magical there, but because it was his way. He gathered knowledge, experience, and life lessons. No, they weren't always particularly useful. Yes, he could have done a lot of that while pledging himself to a pack. Ovaltine would continue to do things his own way, regardless of what could have or should have been.

Ovaltine paused, lowered his head, and began to drink from one of the small lakes that dotted this particular area. Once he'd taken his fill, he began to walk out into the cool water, thankful that such things existed on hot summer days like this. He went out just far enough so that he could lay down with his head above the water, soaking in the lake.