Just beyond the entrance of the Crook Stark had taken up host on a cleared patch of land. He was sunning himself, taking advantage of the warmth of the sun's rays on his back before it became to unbearably hot to do so. In a cat like fashion he had taken to grooming himself, tugging tangles out of his pelt and cleaning himself up. He finally stretched out a bit, head resting on his forearms. His day had been productive, scouted the borders some before he'd rounded back to check the lands - so far no encouraging growth but he was still going to stay optimistic that the plague had passed and there would be life returning to the lands soon enough.

He didn't lift his head fully, offering a few thumps of his tail. "Grace," He greeted, giving a little nod towards the area near him. He'd be happy with some company for awhile. "Been fishing lately?' He asked with an easy grin - while they hadn't had the best of luck it had been better than he would have done without her help.

She flopped down next to him and Stark smiled, settling easily. He was getting more comfortable near the rest of the pack.  "Mostly scouting stuff, trying to get familiar with the area." He hummed out. "Oh! I met some dogs!" He said brightly. The big one was huge, a fluffy sort of monster and the other one - the blond one, it had such a weird hat thing. "I was out there, I think it's called Stone Circle?" he still wasn't sure about the lands as much but he was eager to learn and prove himself. 

His first impression of the pair had been that they were kind. Perhaps naive, but, over all nice. "Generous." He said quickly. He could say a lot about both creatures, given what the pair had been willing to give to him. They'd shared their meager meal with him, after all, and it had quickly given the two a place in Stark's heart. "One is massive and black, the other more blond. Really pretty tail." He admitted, but he liked that flowy sort of plume. 

"They're way far out there for you though, if you're more prone to staying in this area." Unless they traveled more, of course. He could understand that - they might explore more and see what they could find. 

Stark gave a smile when she mentioned going for an adventure, nodding at the notion. "Once the world is green again and we've had more than fish to eat," He said with a grin. He was exhausted - he hadn't eaten much in the past few days and while his good nature meant he wasn't run down - yet - he had the sinking feeling that he still had a long ways to go. 

Stark wasn't sure where the two would be, maybe they'd be tracking their family, or maybe kills - he didn't know. Maybe they would be there still once the herds returned. Stark gave a little shrug, although it definitely wasn't unagreeable to him. "Hopefully they'll be around still." He said with a small smile, only sparing a glance over at the female.

The prospect of traveling more was one that pleased Stark. He was still feeling a little.....uncertain, about the packlife and his place in it. He was trying though. He couldn't open up entirely, but, he at least had several wolves he was fond of. "South." He said quickly. "There's so many places to explore, lots of stuff to do there." He said with a small smile. "There's so many places I haven't seen - I bet every one of them has a secret." 

He was happy to spend the afternoon speculating. It kept his mind of the growing hunger or his frustrations at feeling a little stagnant - he'd work at it. Keep pushing himself. It was all he could do, after all.