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Last one for me!

"Different strokes for different folks," Ovaltine replied with an easy shrug. FitzDutiful was happy to be at the head of a pack, while Ovaltine was just as happy to go without one. Sure, he'd hunker down somewhere for the winter, but not with the promise of staying there past spring. The desire for family was not one he possessed, nor did he want for the steady friendship of others. Knowledge was what he sought, and it was knowledge of the world that he found.

"I'll be on my way, though," Ovaltine said, not wishing to take up any more of the leader's time. There were new lands to explore, wolves to meet, and food to scavenge. The latter he would have to do further away from claimed lands, he knew, and his stomach would be gurgling in no time. "It was nice to meet you, FitzDutiful of Silvertip Mountain." And with that, the Driftwood turned northwest, heading for the coast.