Hushed Willows In her defense, I'm a handful.

There was enough sound and movement from behind him that it got his attention. He flicked an ear back, eventually turning his head to see a Maruader he wasn't familiar with. He offered a small smile, hopping down from the stump and shaking out his coat. "It's.... Gwen, right?" Stark wasn't that great with names, honestly, but he made the effort. He recognized her figure enough to know that she was the wolf Banner had accepted recently. With the snow falling more steadily towards the grown it was becoming more evident that they'd soon lose the easier, smaller prey. There was a chance the river would freeze, but, he wasn't sure it would really happen. 

Gwen almost looked like she'd be perfectly settled in winter, pearly pale coat all gleaming like she belonged in it. Not like Stark. He hated the cold. "I'm Stark. Banners brother." he offered, saving the effort of her recalling his name or any awkwardness if she did not.