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

 

Stark regarded Banner for a moment in the quiet of twilight, testing what she'd said like it might or might be the only answer he'd ever need. Often enough, she was. "You think I'm ready for round two?"  Stark asked with a snort, shaking his head no. "Too many ghosts here." He'd probably never step foot in the place again, at least, not without a good reason. Even now he couldn't scent out any of the pack mates he'd once known and he doubted any of them had stayed around. It was better that way, he figured, blue eyes blinking back to the willows as his sister mentioned how pretty they were. 

While they hadn't founded the pack and picked the territory it was still a beautiful place. She didn't have to point that out, Stark had always seen its beauty. He nodded, reaching out to nip at her plush shoulder. "Is there anyone you wanna visit?" The only friends he'd made were probably gone - but maybe they'd go towards the Stone Circle. Stark was pretty sure Valette had ended up in that area. Even if they kept going, or just hunkered down for winter, it might be nice to see a familiar friendly face.