Hushed Willows I do taxidermy.

First the matter with Banner, then Kavos, then Gwen and the loner. Not the best week Stark had, but then, what was the saying? It all came in threes? Maybe it was finished then, and he wouldn't have to deal with anything for awhile. He licked his lips as be turned to cut through the pack rather than comb the border further once he heard the sound of the call. He was pleased to see Talewi already there, +1 for her in that regard. His blue eyes fixed on the male, a dominant arch in his posture and stance - no need to guess just who's scent marked those borders most heavily. 

Stark shared a glance with his pack mate before turning his attention to the stranger - waiting for him to get on with it. He'd called for a reason, after all, and Stark wasn't going to hold his hand and help him along.