Phoenix Maplewood Morganite

He felt compelled to explore the lands around the pack, looking for any loners, looking to bulk up his numbers as they approached winter. It would be mutually beneficial to bring more members on - he'd even pay special attention to anyone with knowledge of healing. He felt between the older wolves - himself, Banner, and Buchanan - they had the borders well defending. He knew Silas kept hunting, kept himself focused. He hadn't seen Tambourine really latch onto any particular skillset, but he was young, he had time to explore. 

Stark had made his way out towards the Maplewood, aimless, but eager at the same time. He could smell someone nearby although he hadn't seen them, the winds favoring him for stealth. Still, somewhere, Octavia's reminder about the pack wars was in his head but he didn't feel like there was any issues there. He, and his pack, were outside the petty wars and scrabbles of others. They'd been secluded, and Stark no longer banned talk of the Keep, but, he wouldn't abide with any sort of petty fights between his wolves and others.

The dark wolf lifted his head, calling out to anyone who might be in the area.