Lone Star Mountain Stick with the plan, we'll find another way in.

It was an interesting question to consider - Stark had no idea how old the puppy had been when the family had moved on. Of the adults that had come into the pack only Harlyn was left now. Shikoba, Little Voice, Mordecai - they were gone, although the dark male held out hope that Mordecai was just out looking for his son. It just left Stark with more questions than answers though and unfortunately he didn't have them. "He might. Or he may just be stumbling along until he found it." Stark shrugged, blue eyes sweeping across the land for a moment. 

To Buchanan's statement Stark couldn't confirm or deny anything - not directly. He hadn't had the worst time of it, he'd just kept plodding along, and for a lot of people it would be a point of pride to consider themselves leading a pack. For Stark it was just the next little thing, it was just the logical step for him and for the Keep. Otherwise they might have disbanded and he wasn't willing to disrupt all their lives that way. "I think things will get better now." He said quietly. "Be it by sheer dumb luck or stubbornness, that's still left to see." He offered the male a grim smile, uncertain of the male's opinion on things. 

"Have you explored much of the lands around here?" He asked curiously, trying not to be too obvious in his interest in the male.