Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Though it wasn't something he enjoyed Stark knew it was for the benefit of everyone else. They had to do this. While Trick was more interested in taking the ornamental bits, Stark was interested only in survival. He made a soft sound, licking his lips as he tore off a good portion for Octavia and Tambourine. The next he portioned off to take to Harlyn. 

Portioning out the woman was such a gruesome event. Stark pushed to separate himself from the details, moving instead to just do what he could to ensure that his pack survived. That was it. Survival. He kept portioning Kunik out, thinking of the wolves she would feed. Captain. The puppies. Stark himself. 

It did not make it any easier at all. Once the task was done Stark looked down at the remains, he had many trips to make. "Would one of you mind finding my sister? I'll find Octavia and Harlyn, they can tend to their young." It did leave the other two of Harlyn's wolves - he couldn't remember their names.