Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Stark watched as Nova Rose backpedaled, positively running away from the area. Stark made a little face, sneering a bit but it could easily have been a grimace for the act that they were partaking in. Pulling Kunik to pieces, separating her body out like she was some gourmet dinner - it was gruesome. Perhaps no worse than the famine might have driven others to do, and the woman hadn't died by their teeth. There was that at least. "If you don't mind," Stark said gently. "I don't mind making a few trips, it just saves time." And it would take care of the pack faster maybe make them all more likely to make it. 

If only Kunik could have held out. It was so close to over - green grass was growing, and soon, large enough animals would return to find it and consume it. Stark gave a soft sigh as he took hold of Kunik once more, yanking against Trick to help him dislodge the limb. "She's a blonde brickhouse." He said bluntly. "She's just....very sturdy. You'll know her by the sour look on her face." Stark said, a tiny hint of humor at his sister's expense. Probably not too polite of him, but, life was life.