Hushed Willows Living like we're renegades

Stark had spent his time filling caches. He'd gotten good at hunting alone, but this, now inside the limits of his pack, he was feeling more entitled. More like he deserved the food he found and that he could serve his pack and feed them. There had been some whispers from Octavia that another male had joined and he was related to Grace. Grace, being a hunter herself, meant that Stark was predisposed to think her relative was too. Stark was meaning to catch him and talk to him about organizing something, but when he caught the newbie's scent and his sister's, he hurried.

Stark grinned and sped up a bit to catch the two, bumping directly into Banner without the preamble of a greeting. He didn't need it with her after all. "Hey there," He greeted, his head held high as he looked the other dark male over. His tail wagged behind him a bit, gracing Banner with each sway before he looked over at her, his blue gaze returning to the other male. Kirin, if he wasn't mistaken.