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

Forever, then. Especially for the young that were being born, the ones that had already come around - it was the season for life, and here there was none to be found. Stark's lips twitched, looking past the forest and on towards the sea in the distance. "Tragic." He said softly. He nodded at Lasher's suggestion, tail thrumming a couple beats at the kind suggestion. "It's a precarious position." He said gently, "- knowing that any pack will be taking me in a time of famine, it would mean my absolute loyalty." Stark said softly. "But I won't do anything without having an offering to give that pack." A kill, or some cache discovered, or something to prove his worth to them.