Otatso Wetlands Below my feet

His efforts so far had yielded him no results and the dark male tried not to get too frustrated. It wouldn't do him any good to do so after all, this was just the beginning of what promised to be a long journey. He needed it though. Stretching his feet hadn't been a luxury he'd allowed himself in quite some time and he was sorely aching for the ability to spread his wings a bit. He'd love if it was any other circumstances than a missing child (and Alpha) but he had the drive to find the boy and hopefully it would help to quell some of the tension in his pack if he accomplished his goal. 

He was trying to decide which direction to go in when he heard a howl, it called for anyone - and he qualified as anyone. Stark took a moment, giving a short call in response, before he crossed down through the muck and the mire until he spotted another wolf. He was already dirty up to his paws and he couldn't wait to clean off, but he gave a bob of his head in greeting, trying to hold back the utter disdain for the state he was in.