Firefly Ravine a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

This isn't the only scent he can pick up and it makes him more aware that while his wolves are close they aren't right there. He might have paid more attention and called for them, but, really, Stark has never worried that much. Instead he had gone out with the same confidence that he always had. Even if they did make some move against him he's confident in his pack that they'll rally to his call quickly enough. 

His posture matches hers for a moment, if he's not a touch more dominant given how close he is to his pack's lands, and Stark levels his blue gaze on her as she speaks. Heda means nothing to him, and her name seems like a hundred dollar word when compared to his own name, but Stark gets the gist of what she's asking about. "Stark, Alpha of Marauder's Keep." He said. "The Seadogs have been gone for a few weeks now." He explained. "Not that we ever dealt with them, they kept to their own."