Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

The woman was concerned over nothing, Stark wanted out of the brush and he wanted to make sure that the scratches on his muzzle weren't hit by any of the grasses. It would simply hurt more and at the moment Stark was far more interested in taking out his frustrations on the kill. With a few tugs he'd separated the kill out, tossing half of the kit to the white female. It barely took a few moments before he'd devoured most of his half, his stomach grateful for the fuel - for anything. 

Stark laid himself out like a Sphinx, remaindered of the kit between his front paws. He licked his lips, looking over at her. "It was a good strategy." He offered, pleased with the result of the venture. Maybe getting away from Nova Rose was all he needed.