Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

What she said to him was a surprise - the first thing that she had asked about was his allegiance. His face scrunched first - clearly displeased by the idea of being aligned with those wolves. "No." He spat it out quickly, nodding back towards the Keep in the distance. "My pack is nowhere near them." Because that idea was the last thing he'd ever consider. He would have chewed off his own foot before he formed an alliance with Reek. 

He had to, in some ways, make things between the two dark males for the sake of Tambourine. Since the one incident they hadn't seen anything of the male though and Stark was growing more complacent again. His worries of Reek showing up like the boogey man to steal Tambourine away had faded considerably. "My name is Stark." He offered finally, realizing that the woman was probably on edge because of the Larksong wolves, not for anything that he had done. 

It was a natural response, one he carried himself though it was far more muted than the brilliantly coated wolf. He was able to hold his concerns to himself and keep them down - which left him to wonder just what had driven her so far.