Stone Circle I just want to talk to you for a minute, well, make that 30 seconds...

B first please!

It had been a lazy trip from the willows to the plains and then through the valley. Stark had kept one plump wing - with feathers and breast meat still attached - to offer to Valette whenever they made it to the stone circle. The cut through the pass had taken him and @Banner straight by what had been Duskvale but the scents were different - and faded. Whomever had been there was there no more and Stark couldn't say he felt bad about that. It might have been a nice little haven but there had clearly been a lot of changes in the past year and he was only hoping that Valette and her pack hadn't also move right on. 

Luckily for his sister since Stark was carting some of the leftovers from the turkey he'd downed it meant he couldn't speak much. Not that they needed it, as in tune as they tended to be with one another, but no doubt they both were so far in their own heads given they'd come back to somewhere they never expected to be. When they finally got close enough that he could see some of the unusual rocks in the distance he'd given a playful bark and his tail had even wagged a bit. He nudged Banner and moved towards the borders a little faster once it's scent had reached them and he thankfully did still smell Valette. He set the morsel down at his paws, licking his chops to clean himself up a bit (no one would ever suggest he wasn't vain.) "Well then. Thankfully we didn't get lost." He said with a little grin before he lifted his head and gave a howl for @Valette - hopefully she wasn't too busy.