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And... his silent prayers were answered in the form of a white wolf. Or was he light grey? It could have been dirt, Ovaltine supposed. It was not as if a white wolf and a light grey one were that much different to his eyes. The black ears, however, were a defining feature, and Ovaltine let his eyes glance only briefly at the golden eyes before settling his gaze on the stranger's white front paws. He was a handsome creature, one built for the wild life. Ovaltine could appreciate that.

The other had approached the drifter calmly, though it was clear that Ovaltine was on the verge of being too close to his land. An alpha was made to protect his land, and so this one did. "Good afternoon," came Ovaltine's easy reply, "I'm Ovaltine Driftwood. You wouldn't be willing to share the name of your home, would you?" Had he been human, Ovaltine likely would have been a master cartographer in the age before satellites took over. Unfortunately, passing on the vast wealth of knowledge he'd stored in his head would be next to impossible, seeing as he lacked the opposable thumb to put pen to paper.