Raven's Watch So you're a man who has everything... and nothing.

There was a scent in the air he couldn't place. Not directly. He was the last of his mother's litters and he had never been around a pregnant female when she gave birth. The scent was a mixture of metallic and a sweet, almost cloying sort of scent - though he couldn't place it, blood and milk together. Stark watched her move for a moment, the look of her body a better indication of her status as new mother than anything. 

For a moment he thought she would return to her pack and her cubs but she stopped and it was clear he had been spotted. Stark paused, lowering his head in a friendly greeting with the hare still in his teeth. It was then that he took a few steps closer only to put the hare down on the ground. "You'll need this more than I will, I feel." He could hunt more. She was limited in ways he was not. He could stand some kindness, especially while he was trying to establish himself in these lands.