Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

No problem!

Stark nodded at the decision, settling easily with the choice. It made sense and didn't bother him in the slightest bit considering that things rarely played out so perfectly and if he was honest, Stark was eager to get back to his own pack. Spending a day with a stranger hunting was fine, of course, but if he could get home, get to Octavia and let her know what had happened, that was better. 

Stark swept his eyes along the ground, focusing on any small movements. Since there were two of them, he figured downing a bird or gopher might not be too bad, but he wanted something to help fuel him for the rest of his journey and to give the woman something sustaining. "Is your group nearby?" Stark asked curiously. He didn't know enough about the packs around the rearea and he would be the first to admit such a thing.