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"We'll get it." Stark said confidently. "Soon the rains will come - it's got too." He could almost feel something, too, the pressure shifting. Even without the promise of clouds he knew something was coming their way. He just had to hang on till then. His long range trips might slow down as the heat increased, his dark pelt making it so much harder for him to navigate safely. That didn't mean that he wouldn't for the most part try to do his part. He had a job to do, after all. 

"No kidding. I'd hate to imagine how rough off I'd be if I had been here from the start." Because he knew he'd been feeding himself scraps, barely making by, for the sake of Octavia and Tambourine. They took the choice portions, the male the left overs. "Absolutely." Was Stark's quick, but gentle, response, his smile never wavering. He was happy in the Keep. Even with the whispers of dissent, he was happy - he had a purpose and he had his little family, what more could a man truly want? "And you?" It was only a curious, natural response. Stark wondered frequently of the other packs, though he knew he wouldn't consider any of them.

He was where he was meant to be, it seemed.