Swiftcurrent Creek There's a whole new master of magnetism in town.

Stark didn't smell anything for the time being other than the substantial scent of the fish. It gave his unknown watcher time to admire him, and Stark had gotten a couple of the harder to deal with bones free. There was sound near him and his blue eyes swept upwards, looking around until he found the source of the sound - or who he assumed had made it. Stark licked his lips, curious for a moment about the golden boy. He gave a little nod, inviting him closer. 

Maybe it was his kind nature, maybe the fact that he looked thin and winter approached quickly, but Stark abandoned his fish to return to the edge of the water. A few moments later and he had another fish, this one he brought near the other with a deliberate look. If he wanted company, the male was welcome to join him.