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

He lived not far, offered his name, then offered what many wolves had offered Ovaltine in his wanderings. Most wished to recruit him. A few wished to chase him out. Ovaltine preferred the former to the latter, though he'd take either over being stagnant any day. "I've found my place," he replied, "and it is on the path that winds its way around this great world." Ovaltine had been traveling for so long, he scarcely remembered what pack life was. Settling back into it was not something he had in mind to do. He was content to live the life of a loner, pausing on occasion to refuel when his health required him to.

"This meadow, does it have a name?" he asked, head tilted to one side. Ovaltine had always loved to hear the creativity of the locals. They often thought of the most befitting names for their homes. He was curious, too, about the name of Kero's home, though he would queue that up for later. If there was one thing Ovaltine was not, it was impatient. He had all the time in the world and no reason to rush.