Hushed Willows There's a little gray area in there and that's where you operate.

Okay, not that Stark had ever thought he'd step foot in these parts again but he'd been horribly wrong about his life before. Often, actually. He'd spent a great deal of time away from the Teekon and coming back nearly a year later meant he was different. Grizzled, changed in his own ways, but still quite the same. The roguish charm had never faded from him nor had his only steadfast companion. He turned to regard @Banner with a small smile, eyes drifting over his sister as they cut through the familiar pathways until they found what once had been their own empire. Now it seemed silly that quarrels had put them at odds over Duskvale but that had faded into nothingness as soon as it had seemed to blossom. 

"I'm not surprised." He admitted quietly, standing just at the point where once their scents had mingled and carved out their own little paradise - the willows were mostly barren and it was obvious that no one had taken up residence in the Keep since their time there. Without the leading force, everything had just....ceased to be. Stark was almost smug about it but still the stinging truth was there. He had abandoned the pack. He'd made that choice. And he lived with it. Every time he thought of the pack he thought mostly of Tambourine but he didn't think the boy would have faired any worse for the wear. Silas no doubt would have kept an eye on him. 

Still he had no plans to return like Warbone had; so quick to demand something that he had willingly abandoned to the wilds. Marauder's Keep was no more and Stark didn't exactly mourn it. It was better this way. Octavia's grave no doubt was left alone and her memory still haunted him but not to the same degree. Things were...different now. 

He liked to think he was different, too.