Hushed Willows pillars of salt & pillars of sand

Stark's thoughts circulated frequently towards his pack and the winter that was fast approaching. It was almost like he was obsessed, the young Alpha still trying to find his footing. Despite months of his rule and the pack not crumbling Stark was still obsessed with the thoughts of failure. He'd fail the Keep, he'd fail his pack, and what would happen then? He had downed a turkey, carting the stuffed bird back to add to their caches when he stumbled across Amara's scent. 

The young mother worried him. She was still fairly reclusive and after the last time he'd visited her and the children she'd bolted. He had expected in some ways that she might leave - he'd tried not to spook her. He chuffed around the bird's neck, blue eyes trailing across her form. She seemed healthy, at least, and that was good. He just wondered what she was thinking and had no idea how to ask her without overwhelming her again.