Hushed Willows would you still love me the same.

Stark had taken up near Tambourine, watching the pup chase random little flies in the Crook. He was laying on his side when he heard Octavia's call, his ears swiveling and turning to look out towards the entrance of the Crook. After finding someone to replace him Stark exited the densite, shaking his coat out before he took off to approach Octavia. 

His blue eyes swept over the woman, quickly looking towards the unknown female. She didn't smell like a pack, but, she had a similar scent to Octavia; sweet, maternal, she had young that she was around frequently. He only hoped that they still lived in the famine. He gave Octavia a nod, coming to her side to wait for more information. He knew she'd supply her request soon enough, she never took long to get to it.