Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Stark had tried his best that day to put his fears and thoughts to rest. He didn't want to continually fester in the worries of retaliation - not from Reek, not from his own pack. The male turned from the rivers edge when he heard the call and made his way back to the Crook. He shook the last bits of water from his coat long before he spotted the two Alphas, his approach respectful even if he felt comfortable with both women. He didn't know Harlyn nearly as well but on first impressions she seemed like a good woman. 

Stark was assuming it was about the pack integration - hopefully to put an end to the silly murmurs of unease. The Crook was not the best place to fuss, as it stood, the rocks were happy to echo messages along. He dark male bowed his head to each female, a smile offered as he looked to Octavia and waited for the rest of the pack to approach. With any luck it wouldn't take long; he didn't think any would be so petty as to not heed their Alpha's call.