Hushed Willows It's a good life, that's what I'm told

Stark was almost cautious as he snuck back into the Keep. His little adventure with his dark colored companion was nothing he was ashamed of but still it left many questions he didn't feel like answering at that moment. As he made his way back towards the Crook to perhaps intersect Banner or Tambourine he instead was surprised to find one of the young puppies sitting outside the den. Amara wasn't immediately visible and Stark wasn't exactly surprised by that fact but he still stopped a few paces from the puppy, laying down so that he was more comfortable and more on the child's level. 

"Hello," He said with a small smile, wondering how much the boy might know - he'd just heard him say bad but why? Was the temperature not good? Maybe he didn't like the bright sunshine. It was hard to say and he couldn't remember much of when Tam had started to put words and thoughts together.