Ocean's Breath Plateau give me a scotch, i'm starving

His thoughts had drifted again - somewhere far past the current wastes he was viewing and into those distant memories. He missed one sister, and was indifferent to the other. Stark had been on his own for six months and in those days he was leaner; stronger - and surely, surely now he would be better than Cap. He drew in a deep breath, blue eyes trailing the trees all the way to the top. Even the birds seemed to have left them. 

He caught the scent of another wolf nearby but did not move until the warning bark. He turned, spotting the wolf and the small grouping of fish he protected. "Hello," He murmured softly, licing his lips with a small twinge of anxiety. He was a smooth talker, yes, but, this was not a situation he could have taken charge of. "- Just taking in the view." He said simply, still calmly sitting.