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Stark looked up at the skies when Sawyer spoke, giving a nod as he returned his gaze to the tawny male. "If only we could get some rain dancers, then." He said with a little smile. He was hopeful, if he could even take a few of the wolves of the Keep out to get them something substantial it would make the entire pack's mood lift. As it was there was still so much strife, so much fussing, and Stark was loath to deal with it. 

Maybe it was childish, but, it was part of why he was out scouting. It meant that he could spend a bit of time on his own and with any luck he might go home with something to eat and some news. Knowing that they were on the same level as everywhere else made him feel a bit better. "A couple months," He offered easily. "Just after the locusts had died off." Maybe he could be a good luck charm, he'd much rather be thought of that way - the one to herald the end of the famine.