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Between the two packs was where Ovaltine was presently crossing. It was a bit like walking a tightrope, if he'd known what that human invention was. Instead, he couldn't quite liken it to as much, and preferred instead to think that he was walking a very thin line from point A to point B. As he rounded the northern edge of the great mountain, Ovaltine paused on an outcropping, observing the land below. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the mountain in the south (Silvertip, though he did not know the name of it).

The drifter huffed lightly, deciding he would rest here for a time before moving on. Perhaps, if he was lucky, one of the residents would come to greet him, and he could learn a thing or two about this pack on the mount. If not, he would continue north on his meandering journey. Perhaps he would pick up some information of value, but it would not bother him if he did not.