Hushed Willows stuck on a chain

It wasn't often that they got calls to the borders. The last time he'd encountered someone on them was Warbone, and it was enough to make Stark's hackles lift a bit as he loped through his trees. He expected since he was fairly far off in the territory that someone would find the stranger first and maybe get through some of the more mundane aspects of the process. What might they want? Hopefully no more missing children, hopefully no more vagabonds needing a refuge for their growing families. As fond as he was of Harlyn and Silas he'd taken on more than he had anticipated out of having Amara and her brood in the pack but things there at least seemed settled. The children were growing, at any rate, and that had to mean something good. 

When the Alpha finally made his approach it was with a confident stride, assessing the wolf before him as he noted Buchanan had found them first. His brother in law was doing his part and it was pleasing, he felt more assured having him roaming around and he'd never seen Banner so happy. All in all, the Keep had been good to his little family. His blue eyes raked across the female's form and could not find any obvious wounds and he couldn't smell any evident illnesses. He'd just heard the tale end of his Gamma's question, and rather than giving another, waited for the response.