The Sunspire the next generation

Sunspire. It had a nice ring to it, that much was true. Ovaltine had always been fond of alliteration. Redtail Rise had been yet another double-letter tongue-pleaser. The black wolf didn't give him long to linger over the name, though, for she prompted him with another question. It was one he'd heard again and again, in varying forms, and not one he was ever shy to answer. "I am a traveler," he replied, "though I’m not sure why that has to mean I am ‘just’ a traveler." The last comment was punctuated with a wry grin. He meant no harm by it, of course.

"This area intrigues me. There seems to be an abundance of packs, all so close one another." It was a phenomenon he had not seen before, and his mind was eager to soak up more information. Perhaps this area was just really awesome for settling down... although that was not about to make him sway in that direction. He was content wandering from one place to the next.