Chimera Fields beat up ford

After traveling with Harlyn and her brood Stark wanted to see the world outside the Willows and see how much the green had come back to the Earth. It was obvious the type of progress was going to be slow, after such devastation the world couldn't return to normalcy overnight. It wouldn't have been so special if it had. The male had cut through the rocky world, coming to a brilliant field before him. He stood out clearly against the field, even with the growth and it's various colors, his inky coat marking him clearly.

It was already warm, summer in a full blaze. He licked his lips, his eyes darting about mostly looking for prey. It was at a great risk, he'd barely recovered from the last two treks he had made at Octavia's request, though there were no regrets in him. If she asked, he would do so again, and again, and again. It was almost alarming to him how quickly he was becoming fond of her - of Tambourine, too - how very possessive he was of their presence and their attention. Maybe that was part of why he was there, further away. Giving him a chance to try and think of something other than the grey pair and what they might have been up to without him.