Chimera Fields This guy rushes me with a spoon...

"Just one of many summer activities I enjoy," Ovaltine replied with a sheepish smile. "I’m Ovaltine Driftwood. You live around here?" he asked, letting the conversation move naturally forward. The loner let himself settle his rump on the ground, curling his cinnamon tail around his forelegs. He saw no need to be anything but peaceful and respectable around this guy. In fact, there were few wolves in the world that could really rile Ovaltine up. He was a gentle, peaceful kind of dude.

Still, he had no notion that all the wolves of the world were as kind-hearted and lax as himself, so he knew better than to let his guard down completely. More than once, he'd been taken advantage of in some manner. Perhaps they did not think that he was smart enough to understand that things like that could happen. Not that he immediately expected this particular guy to be an ass to him, but it was always a possibility.