Hushed Willows Shake The Willows

So much was changing. So much was shifting - new wolves had come in and things were changing. Dawn had broken with two female Alphas to tend to the pack, to raise the Keep up. Warbone had abandoned his post and the best that they could hope for was that he had truly walked away. Not that his bulk had succumbed to the famine, that another pack had used his body to continue their own. 

Stark had kept to the inside of the packlands as Octavia had requested, keeping himself useful. He spent more time with the children than anything, trying to do what he could to make them more comfortable. It was a hard jump, a hard thing to deal with. The male turned from the Crook, without a pattern to his steps, and then spotted Grace up ahead. He was quiet as he followed after her, in amiable silence.