The Sunspire the next generation

Ovaltine gave a nod of agreement. He had met other drifters, and while some were like him (mostly harmless), there were definitely others who had more... well, malicious intents. The enigmatic female went on to explain that things had not always been so fruitful. Considering she was not nearly an elder, Ovaltine had to assume it could be no more than a year or two since the lands had been less populous. Then again, looks could be deceiving, and perhaps she had a few years on him. Age could be finicky that way.

A smirk fell upon his lips when she asked what else intrigued him. Ovaltine had always been a bit of a ladies' man, and he did enjoy the occasional fling. There were, more than likely, a few mini-Driftwoods toddling around in the world abroad. His romances had been short, passionate, and fiery, but none had been meant to last. Ovaltine wasn't that sort of wolf.

"Far is a relative term," he replied, "and I could not even point the way to where I was born. I've been up and down, left and right so many times, backtracking would be impossible." Ovaltine paused for a few heartbeats, then continued. "As for what intrigues me, let’s just say I have a thirst for knowledge, and a little eye candy along the way never hurts."