Porcupine Ridge Sapphire

It was strange that neither spoke, or perhaps, that was even more natural. Stark looked her over, relaxed as the sunset and the both took in the sights. The light faded towards the purples of twilight, giving a soft little murmur. While he was not the type to typically slow down - even in the midst of the famine he had pushed and pushed to ensure the survival of his pack - Stark still occasionally could appreciate the sky and it's miraculous colors. 

When she moved again, so did he, coming a couple steps closer. He offered a slight bow of his head, respectful as he stood near her. He looked her over, the freckled appearance and her bright eyes, she was beautiful. Womanizer or no, Stark was faithful and did not advance further. He let the woman be comfortable, not catching a scent on her that he knew.