Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

It would be a lie to say that Natasha ever crossed his mind. There was a lot of his journey between where he'd grown up and where he was now that had just been swept away. It was better that way, in his mind. Stark was finishing off a rabbit when he heard the call, his ears perking up as he left the remainder for Tambourine and turned to head to the borders. It wasn't often that they got joiner calls - the last three joiners had been recruited by current Keep members. 

Maybe it was better that way - it provided a stronger sense of want and of belonging. The wolves that had joined the pack by the traditional methods had all gone away, their cowardice demanding them to go out into the waste of the world. The Alpha approached the border where the call had come up, his blue eyes scanning for the owner of the song. Of course he hadn't forgotten Natasha, she had a cold, almost distant way to her but underneath that she was an enigma. There was much to her that Stark didn't understand and every time he thought he'd figured the redhead out she changed again. 

"Of all the places in the world, you come here."