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"I am not," he replied truthfully. There was no reason for him to imply otherwise. Ovaltine had been on his own for at least half of his short life, and he had grown accustomed to the freedoms it provided. His first two years, he had lived life with his mother, father, and siblings. But after the death of his father, nobody had been there to hold the pack together, and so they had drifted apart, like leaves upon the wind. Anticipating her next question, he preemptively answered it.

"Nor do I think that life is for me." It was nothing personal, just a life choice he had made long ago. Sure, he stopped in the winter, hunkering down with this pack or the other, but for the most part, he made his own way. He would not wish to promise his loyalty only to drift off like he did so often.