Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Stark regarded the wolves as they collected, his sister absent and Nova Rose as well. A frown found it's way firmly to his lips, looking around the collection of Keep wolves. He turned his blue eyes to Octavia as she spoke, listening to her plan. A party - it sounded good, something to mark the way that they had come together and worked through the famine. Warbone's departure, the arrival of Harlyn and her family, they could come together properly. They needed to. 

When they had been dismissed Stark waited for a moment, watching as the others milled about. He offered Octavia a soft smile before he reached down, poking Tambourine with his nose playfully before he turned to leave. He'd find something special, thought he wasn't quite sure what he'd get exactly. He'd brought Octavia flowers, though he didn't know if she'd seen them - maybe he could find some more. He noticed Shikoba turn to head out towards the river, apparently fish was on the menu. Stark loped the other way, hopeful for a more meaty catch. With the regrowth, the hunter was hoping to get something sizeable enough for at least a couple wolves to enjoy.

After a hunt he managed to catch a small rabbit to bring back to them, but, he wanted to bring something for the puppies too. He explored along the rocky slopes, finding a couple bones - maybe they'd been remainders from someone cutting through the pack. He'd caught the scent of a moose around, maybe she'd lost a calf. He brought the two bones and the rabbit back to the gathering site, setting them down at his paws before he waited for the pack to return.