After leaving Nova Rose to get her own way back Stark was pleased for the tiny moment alone to lose himself in something so trivial as a hunt. Trivial without the threat of starving to death, of course. It was something small - some sort of bird. He wasn't the best at telling the types but he assumed a quail of some variety. Stark crept forward, careful not to kick any rocks or get any sort of roots caught beneath him. 

Another wolf approached. It threw him off and he rushed his approach, launching just a little after the quail had made its own move. He cursed beneath his breath, the actions in the Tangle leading him to move far too fast. He wasn't typically so easy spooked but the thoughts of the journey he'd made and how far he still had to go left him a little desperate for food. He shook his coat out, turning to face the stranger with his held still held high. No shame. 

"Hello." He said evenly enough.

Stark gave a little shrug, humility in him for a rare moment. "It happens." He offered evenly. He didn't hold it against her, naturally, it just happened. He'd gotten spooked, remembering the utter clutserfuck of the Tangle. He'd tried to go too fast and he'd failed for the effort. "Stark," He said with a smile. He didn't mind sharing the details, maybe he'd get over the funk that Octavia's task had left him in and just be comfortable with focusing on something else for a bit. 

"Oh yeah? I was wandering for awhile. I've settled down, now, but it's not been so long I don't remember." He gave a little grin, nodding his head. "Sure. Gotta warn you, not much has been around since before I got here. We might be lucky to get some birds, though." He wasn't sure of what there might be lurking out there for them.

His bulk had thinned considerably, his coat thankfully hiding most of the loss of muscle. He didn't want to come across as weak by any stretch of the imagination. Stark crooked his head back towards the vast field, shoulder rolling in an elegant shrug. "It's been a mess, but, we can give it a try." He wanted to blow off some steam and maybe this would be the best way possible. 

He looked the female over again, blue eyes drifting across her form. "Have you settled yet, Aeronwyn?" He canted his head to the side, trying to catch any scents on the wind in the hopes of finding something that they could make a meal out of. 

"I am returning on a scouting mission." He explained, though he did not give his Keep's location. He kept it close to his heart. "I was hoping to come home with more than just my pride." He explained with a roguish smile, the hint of his humor exposed. It was not so easy, after all, to keep the spirits up. He watched the female lunge without much hesitation, his eyes just barely spotting the fox as it dove into it's hollow. Tough break. That was two misses between them both.

"Want to try flushing him out, or look for something else?" He asked, blue eyes peering ahead to see if there was anything else lurking for them to consume. It was such slim pickings, it seemed near impossible to hope for anything for them to find. 

Stark nodded at the decision, settling easily with the choice. It made sense and didn't bother him in the slightest bit considering that things rarely played out so perfectly and if he was honest, Stark was eager to get back to his own pack. Spending a day with a stranger hunting was fine, of course, but if he could get home, get to Octavia and let her know what had happened, that was better. 

Stark swept his eyes along the ground, focusing on any small movements. Since there were two of them, he figured downing a bird or gopher might not be too bad, but he wanted something to help fuel him for the rest of his journey and to give the woman something sustaining. "Is your group nearby?" Stark asked curiously. He didn't know enough about the packs around the rearea and he would be the first to admit such a thing. 

She had keen eyes it seemed, fixated on the brush even as the earth offered nothing to them. Stark made a little sound when she dropped down, swallowing back the question that was going to come from his mouth in favor of the prospects of the kill. Thought usually he prefered to be keyed in on the plan it was easy enough to adapt. Seeing her lunge for the kit and the kit counter, Stark rolled his shoulders back and launched himself directly on the unsuspecting cub. There was a flash of teeth and he let out a hiss, the tiny teeth snapping and catching his muzzle. Stark drug the kit, massive paw pinning the smaller body down before he moved in. He landed his kill with minimal injuries to the carcass, making it easier to divvy up once the pair had the chance. He lifted the kit by it's neck, carrying it a few paces away to a small clearing in the grasses.

The woman was concerned over nothing, Stark wanted out of the brush and he wanted to make sure that the scratches on his muzzle weren't hit by any of the grasses. It would simply hurt more and at the moment Stark was far more interested in taking out his frustrations on the kill. With a few tugs he'd separated the kill out, tossing half of the kit to the white female. It barely took a few moments before he'd devoured most of his half, his stomach grateful for the fuel - for anything. 

Stark laid himself out like a Sphinx, remaindered of the kit between his front paws. He licked his lips, looking over at her. "It was a good strategy." He offered, pleased with the result of the venture. Maybe getting away from Nova Rose was all he needed.