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The informant (for lack of a better name) nearly implied that he would rather be traveling than be tied to loyalty. Ovaltine's face twisted into a sad smile, though he did not pester the man on that subject. He seemed to have chosen his fate, and that was none of the drifter's concern. Then, in a blink of an eye, he offered Ovaltine an open invitation of sorts. Now why would he go and do that? "I appreciate the gesture," the loner replied, though he had no intention of taking him up on it. This was not the first hint he had been given by pack wolves, nor would did he think it be the last.

His ears swiveled forward once more as his informant gave the field a name. "Dawnlark Plains," he echoed, "Pretty." There was something decidedly quaint about the name, though Ovaltine couldn't quite pinpoint it. Not wishing to leave without at least grabbing a name from the helpful lad, Ovaltine questioned him once more. "Who should I ask for if I ever decide to take you up on that offer?"