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

Stark snorted in response to her little laugh, shrugging as he continued to trek on behind her. It felt better, in his case, to put himself between her and anything that might come up behind him. Not that Stark was massive, but, he'd figured out how to hold his own in a fight. The ugly patch of scarring beneath the fur on his chest boasted that. It was heavily guarded though, and the male's only real spot of self-loathing. He dug a little deeper into the hare, eyes cast down on the ground at the memory. 

Stark snorted again at her comment about getting to be all fat and lazy, shaking his head a bit to dislodge the unpleasant memory too. "Sounds more like you need a harem to take care of you then," He teased. "Do we get to keep our names, or just become boy-toy numbers one through one hundred?' Stark couldn't help his mouth sometimes, he didn't really know her and he was already teasing her. 

He paused when she turned to face him, drawing in a deep breath. He sat the hare at her feet again, licking the scarce blood from his maw. "Now or never, hm?" Stark knew it was potentially dangerous to align himself to the first person he met - at the same time though, it could be worse to try and survive in the lands alone. "Only if I get to be either number one, or, number seven. S'my favorite number." He offered with a little grin.