Stark had not gotten used to sleeping in the Crook yet. Being around other wolves - although he was getting better about attaching faces to names and scents now - when he had spent so long ago seemed foreign. But he was trying. After a couple days of scoping the packlands out he decided to pluck himself up and see if anyone wanted to go try and drum up something to eat. It seemed foolish, admittedly, to take too many out and leave Octavia alone with Tambourine when she might need defending (he was paranoid. who knew?) a small little scout / hunting party wouldn't be too much. "Anyone want to go try to fish or something?" He asked, wondering if anyone might hear him and consent to the potential promise of food.

It didn't take long before Grace pipped up, agreeing to go help him. Already he was formulating a plan - he'd have Grace stay near the shore so she didn't need to move much and he'd try to drive fish towards her. He hadn't asked what happened and he thought it rude to consider it so he was fine to just go on adapting to her situation specifically without specifics. 

The second woman that approached - shit...Kunik? he hoped it was Kunik. Stark offered her an easy smile, nodding to both of them. "Should be good odds with the three of us. Maybe we can bring back enough that everyone might get at least a bite or two." Because anything was better than nothing and if they could land a few fish for the pack that would be even better.

They seemed on board and Stark was excited about that. It gave him a better sense that this pack was a good one, that they were eager to work together and to see each other through. He still wasn't sure how long they had all been left without proper food but he had a feeling it was long enough that the chance to catch a meal was more enticing than waiting it out any longer. 

"I don't know the names around here yet, but, I figure up where that stream starts to head out towards the larger bodies of water - there's a better chance more fish will pool there." He suggested. "There's a couple things we can try - either checking the root systems for the fish that live there or keep one of us still and the other two try and send fish towards them." He laid out his plan, giving each female the option to weigh in on what they also thought might work best. 

Stark licked his maw as the two asked a few simple questions and shook out the bits of dirt that still clung to his coat. "I met Octavia out by the banks of the river, where it started to head towards the shore." He explained. "I was planning on trying up there, it seemed the most logical spot to start but I'm open for ideas." He would appreciate their input given that they had lived there longer than he had. 

To Kunik's question he grinned and nodded. "Yeah, it's a good way to hunt when you're alone." He boasted. "I'm not...amazing, but, between the three of us I bet we can bring back a good bit for everyone." He felt like they'd be able to get this accomplished and help the pack out.

With the lack of real experience Stark was going mostly on optimism. They wouldn't have to get very much but they needed to get something and Stark was already prepared to offer his portion to Octavia. For Tambourine's sake he could handle his hunger, he still had a ways to go before he lost the bulk of what he had stored up. 

"Would you ladies like to head out now?" He asked, giving a smile to both of them. [b]"Even if we make it back with two of three fish, we can split it between folks." It was a sad reality that he was excited about such a meager catch, but, anything was better than nothing when they hadn't eaten properly. [/b]

The prospects of going fishing made him excited - hopeful and eager. He nodded, heading off toward the border where they could cross over and catch some fish. "Hopefully this will all pass soon."  He said, looking the lands over. "I bet it was so much prettier all full and green." Not this dark gross mess, everything gone and fallen apart. 

"Does everyone always stay in the Crook, or is that a result of the locusts?"  he asked curiously, blue eyes flickering from the two women as they crossed over the border.

He was mostly curious if it had always been that way. Sure, Octavia had told him that they all slept there but that didn't mean much more, after all. There was the little spot for Octavia with Tambourine, and Stark always found the space closest to a wall where he could stretch out. The cool helped him sleep more soundly. He tried to ignore everything else, it wasn't so relevant to him. He chuckled when Kunik accused Trick of snoring, he was familiar with the other male but couldn't say if he'd noticed any certain sounds. 

Stark gave a derisive snort - of course he had a family. One he wasn't the closest with anymore, but, yes, he'd had one. "Family, yes, naturally. I left them to forge my own path. Get out of my siblings shadow. That sort of thing." Stark said glumly. He licked his lips as they made their way up to the river, eagerly trotting forward to take a drink and scope out the lifeforms. "So sometimes fish will hide in the weeds." He explained, nodding towards the little cluster - only a few remained in the riverbed, no doubt the left overs and any fish there would be rather small. 

"Other option is we go a little higher up, towards where it meets the shoreline - there might be larger fish there, and we can funnel them towards one of us to maximize our chances." Stark said, waiting for the two females to hear their thoughts and opinions too.

He was grateful she didn't press the family issue at all, ignoring the spark of irritation in both females. He wasn't so worried about it, he was not so willing to get into his history considering for his part, it was a lot trying to impress his father and a lot of failing to do so. He couldn't make things work on his own so he had left. He'd prove them wrong. If he never bothered to go back home that was. As it stood he was happy enough, he had a few friends here (though fewer now because of his own sore spot than he'd had before.) 

"I'm happy to catch, if it's what you guys would like." He offered. His tone was neutral, if they wanted to hold it against him it wouldn't get to him too much. At least not immediately. Later he'd be more upset - once he was alone, once he had time to process things back. He'd focus instead on the fish, and hope he could find himself something to eat and something for Octavia and Tambourine.