Hushed Willows Quixote

Stark wasn't impressed, sure, Warbone had gathered wolves to his side but they had all ended up turning tail - well, save for Kunik, who had died long before there was ever a chance of her leaving. Stark didn't have much faith in the wolves that Warbone had gathered or what that meant. There'd been no loyalty in them. "I can't take you at your word. I cannot risk my packmates after all that we've endured in such a short amount of time. I'm giving you a chance to make good on your word that you want to be here for the pack, but no matter what, no one would just waltz in and take a rank in this pack. Subordinate or leader. They're earned." No one got a free ride and Stark wasn't the type to trust blindly. He'd been burned too many times that way.