Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

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.