Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Stark was asserting himself, truthfully. While he didn't seek to shake things up any more than they already were he had admiration and ideals on the position of highest male. This wasn't a moment he was even considering it, perhaps his own pride was showing more - or maybe he was compartmentalizing himself in light of the situation. Finding a parkmate deceased was enough to revert anyone a few steps. His eyes narrowed on Nova Rose for a moment, actually surprised by her silence. She did not seem the type who could still her tongue - or perhaps she had actually learned that lesson. 

"Do you want help moving her?" Stark offered, although it was a difficult concept - if Trick had a method for giving her some sort of place of honor, he would help if the male wanted it in getting her there. He watched as Trick started to divide Kunik out, his mouth firmly shut for a moment. He turned to the fallen woman, breathing out a sigh before he also began to tear at her flesh, joining Trick in parting their packmate out. 

"We won't forget this," He murmured softly, almost to himself, almost to Kunik. The lives of their children, it would all be worth it.