Overture Downs That tastes like coconut... and metal!

always <3 

 

Stark didn't mind Rhodey's company - he 

welcomed it even. Briefly he pressed his shoulder against his friends and followed the males gaze over the lands for a moment. "Something like Overture Downs, I think." Though he was the more seasoned Scout of the pack - next to Octavia, if she counted, Stark still hadn't been everywhere and he was learning about the Wilds as he went. Still, he hadn't encountered a single unfriendly pack - save for the grotto but that was a particular reason. 

Stark looked over at Rhodey, moving slowly and trying to keep his eyes peeled. "How long should I wait, y'think, before I claim the pack?" it was said as casually as he could - something utterly Stark in the way he spoke. He wouldn't make it a huge deal. It was take it or leave it to the wolves of the keep.