Hushed Willows Captain Amerus

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It still was alarming, having Cap show up on the borders of Marauder's Keep. There was a tension between both of him and he was glad to know it wasn't just him. He wasn't just the asshole (well, he was) but that the feelings were a little mixed. Now Trick would get to council him again, because he wasn't sure how to feel already and it was just a moment into the meeting. He swallowed thickly, his blue eyes still checking her over in brotherly affection, and though he didn't always like her he still did love her as siblings should. 

"How long have you been wandering? Everything's okay at home though?" Not that Stark would entertain thoughts of just up and leaving, not right then with the pack trying to keep it together through the famine. There was no promise that there would be food enough to sustain him anyways in the journey back. 

His gaze shifted, hardening and he felt his hackles raise. "The famine - it arrived just before I did, and the path I took there was still plentiful life beyond these wilds. It's spread, then?" It was good information to note, though it pained him to consider it. He frowned and looked over towards the packlands, only hints that maybe the trees were going to sprout again and be beautiful. No promises at all, however.