Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't a bad guy. This isn't a villain.

Everything felt like it was in a daze. Stark turned to look at the male - who looked so much like himself, perhaps a more true black coat than his partially mottled appearance. Stark swallowed down another quick choke of sound and gives a shake of his pelt. Sometimes the emotions rise up in him and Stark knows he doesn't invite them but occasionally a hiccup of a sob leaves his lips again.

"Oh.." Stark starts of dumbly, ears hearing the words but his overwhelmed brain takes longer to process. "What...where were they? Uh. I've been missing some people too." One less now. "What do they look like?' He's encountered a number of wolves on his journey and he isn't sure if he can really help but maybe he might have seen them, or known something, and it might help the other wolf out some. 

Maybe putting his grief out of the way and focusing on something other than himself and things he can't change might be good.