Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

The strange words give him pause and for a moment his head canting a slight bit to the side; curious and full of wonder - had he known she spoke other languages before? He wasn't sure. Stark didn't ask her what it meant because he truly doubted that she would tell him anyways, and it would waste time and divert his attention from the true cause of things. "It's stable." Stark countered - could he say large? Perhaps not necessarily, but then, large packs meant more chances for disruption and chaos. 

"How did you come by these lands, Natasha?" He asked curiously. "I'm going to assume you weren't just out for a stroll after all."