Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

For Stark the biggest bounty in his mind had come from the river. Thankfully the fish didn't seem to get the memo that they should have been starving and while they certainly weren't well fed they at least had something from the fish that they could catch. It made things easier on them than some of the other packs no doubt - ones with no water to sustain them. Stark's curiosity was piqued when Mordecai mentioned how the previous seasons things had been just as bad. Storms were welcome, now, for they heralded new growth. 

Destruction was an option, but it was a risk that Stark could only look forward to. "I'm hoping it won't get that bad...but maybe with the Crook we might be safer. It seems sturdy enough if things get too bad." He'd only seen a couple tornados and it had destroyed trees and brush - but their rocky home might be perfect to make them survive. "Was that in the pack you two lead? Or did I get some details wrong." It wouldn't be the first time, and he didn't mind being corrected.