Phantom Hollow dear watson

Ah, the ocean. Ovaltine had smelled it from afar, though hadn't gone to visit it just yet. Instead, he'd stayed inland, sticking to the land rather than the water. Starchaser continued to explain where his pack was, spouting directions, landmarks that Ovaltine hadn't heard of, and giving the drifter a general idea of where he lived. It was good enough, and Ovaltine replied as any gentleman would. "Thank you for the detailed information," he said with a tip of his head.

"Might there be anything I can do in return?" More often than not, Ovaltine didn't offer such services, but perhaps there was a little something he could do for the eager young Beta (if that bit was true at all). It wasn't always the case that strangers were willing to help him out, so Ovaltine tried to return the favor when possible.