Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Stark was not left with this horrible feelings for too long. He didn't have to consider the implications of what he was doing or what he would become if he followed through with his actions. Trick came along shortly after he had come upon the woman and he asked the obvious question that Stark's stomach had tried offering only moments before. "I didn't know her well enough to know if she had any beliefs." Stark admitted. They hadn't exactly meshed and he wasn't too worried over that, even though he was facing the facts - he'd never get to repair any of their opinions on each other. 

Again his stomach growled and Stark made a face - corners of his lips pulling down in a near pained frown.

It was horrific to consider what his brain supplied as the natural option. The correct option. He could not though. "Should we call the pack?" Or what else - just notify them later of their fallen comrade, the Keep's first loss after Warbone's vanishing? There were puppies, young lives, and they needed to feed them. He did not want to suggest to them though that they consume their packmate. He wouldn't make the children do that. "Unless we take what she has to offer to them." 

Finally he said it, though it felt horrible.