Bearclaw Valley Well. No turning back now.

 

Whatever dynamic between the two women it was clear from the red one's face that it was awkward. Stark wasn't interested in their drama, he'd come with a purpose and it wasn't to muddy the waters, so to say. Names were offered and thankfully he didn't need to repeat them. Indra and Annasiak - a name he'd probably butcher if he tried to say it without hearing it a couple more times. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." It wasn't too far fetched of an idea to assume that she might be getting the benefits of the deer that he'd felled - considering how gravid she was. Her scent was heavy on the borders too but he couldn't tell her status. His own was probably just properly cementing on the edge of Easthollow. Life went on, and on, changes were inevitable. Knowing the history of the Beta's of Easthollow he planned on changing the game a bit. 

The sopping male that greeted him cut a different figure than what Stark expected; months of living with Valette and Nanook had prepared him for something else. Alexander cut a significant'y paler figure than Stark could have imagined, but, then, he and Banner and Captain all looked very different too.. .so in all actuality he shouldn't judge. Stark offered the male a polite nod of the head, posture still neutral enough. "I brought lunch," He said as he nodded towards the half of a deer he'd let fall to the ground. "I'm Stark, Easthollow's Beta Male - and Valette's mate." It felt like dropping the hammer in a way without an preamble, his tail giving a couple brief wags without being able to help himself. Ah the honeymoon stage.