Hushed Willows Quixote

Stark couldn't help but smile, Tambourine was one of the few that could always bring a smile to his face. Even with all that had happened recently he wasn't deterred and his good nature shone through. It went without question that Stark was proud of the boy, even as brash and loud as he could be - but it was part of growing. It was part of changing. It was part of becoming his own man. With introductions offered by the young boy Stark turned an expectant eye to the near-stranger, waiting to see if he would naturally offer his name and confirm or deny what Stark suspected. 

It only took a little while before his suspicions were confirmed and Stark gave a nod, watching and just listening for a moment. He couldn't remember if Octavia had addressed why he had gone - maybe it was a hunting trip but then it became weeks, and then months, and then the world had crumbled a bit and things had splintered. Whatever Warbone was expecting to come back to he wouldn't find it - not a single of the wolves he had admitted into the pack were there anymore. 

"It's good to see you made it." He finally offered. Many had not, after all, but Stark wasn't so concerned with those wolves. They'd made their choices.  "A lot has changed since the famine."