Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

definitely fudging timelines for me too!

Stark had set back out towards the south, cutting back towards the Hollow though he hadn't consciously made the choice. He'd try again. Larkspur being home had made Harlyn so happy and had invigorated Silas again - Stark was hopeful that he might be able to bring the golden boy home. Maybe having the children together would be enough to lure Mordecai home. It was a dream, surely, but, one that Stark was leaning heavily on to keep him going. With Amara giving birth to three children Stark felt the slightest bit overwhelmed - but, this time it was different. The unwed mother had the pack to back them and the grace of not giving birth in the height of a famine so food was plentiful. 

Still, Stark wished for a healer. He had the goal of keeping the pack well, of seeing them through the winter, and having a healer present would mean the goal was more attainable. There was a particular capability that he just didn't have no matter his penchant for picking things up. Healing was just not one of them. Stark was not any more fond of the wetlands but still - it's the easiest route to get where he wants and so the dark male plods along. He stays out of the mire as much as he can, although it means slow going, little progress. He's only made it partially through the wetlands when he spots an unusual looking female in the distance. 

The first thought he has is that she's pretty - her unusual pelt striking against the muck she's surrounded by. The second is wondering why she'd be out there, willingly trekking through the lands. Stark lets out a little woof; a simple greeting.