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

Watching a man fall apart isn't fun. It's about as much fun as admitting the woman you loved was dead, of telling her son that, of carrying her back to your packlands, of burying her where you met her. It was all terrible. Stark frowned as he watched and the question itself seemed innocent enough but what could he say? His gaze dropped down to the earth, fixed there for a moment as he let himself get swallowed up in his emotions for a moment. 

"In our packlands." Stark explained, finally looking up at the man again. "Where our boy and pack can visit her." Where he could visit her. Where She wouldn't be too far away.