Hushed Willows Something you must know.

Stark offered her a small smile when she announced her rank. It was a proud moment, no doubt, and Stark could remember how he'd felt when he himself had become Beta. Ascending to Alpha had not been done so with joy exactly - but a burning need of necessity to command the destiny of the wolves he'd come to care for. The Keep had needed stability that Harlyn and Octavia hadn't been able to supply at that point and he couldn't just sit back and have the pack fall to pieces. Hopefully the same fate wouldn't befall Valette. 

"I'm sorry to hear it." Stark said as the news of the beheaded female was offered - it seemed that this Easthollow had it's own set of issues. He looked to Banner, lowering his head across hers for a moment as if to comfort his sister, thinking of her, of Amara, of Harlyn, of the tiny puppies - of his own Tambourine. He swallowed thickly before lifting his head from Banner's. "We'll keep an eye out.....how old are the children, is the father about?" Of course if there was no parent hopefully someone in the pack had stepped in - like he had for Tambourine, like the pack was doing to help Amara. 

"Any information and I assure you, we'll see the assassin meets justice."