Stone Circle Throw a little hotrod red in there.

Just because things were settling in the keep didn't mean that Stark was content with how things were. He'd struck out in the morning with the pack firmly in Banner's capable hands, leaving with the hopes of finding Octavia, Mordecai, Larkspur, or Pippin. Still he had hopes, no matter how foolish or how pure, that the puppies would turn up safe and sound and fine. As for the adults, he was less worried over their survival, perhaps naively trusting that they could take care of themselves.

He had come to the Stone Circle before and been shown a courtesy by two dogs. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the massive beasts and he hoped that they were well. His suspicions were that they had moved on, maybe back to the master's that they so dearly sought. Stark peered acrosd the expanse of earth, the circles strange as when he'd seen them before. This time, however, he lifted his head and let out a loud howl, hoping for any company.