Lost Creek Hollow he came riding from the south side

For the first time in a great while Stark had left Easthollow. He'd said his goodbyes to the wife and kids, stretched his legs, and strode right out into the wilderness. It felt freeing but he couldn't dwell on that. He'd gotten to the point where he was comfortable in his role most days. This, now that the children were more responsive, what something he was more familiar with. Still, part of the day to himself was always a plus and he wasn't going to argue with Rhodes who promised to keep an eye on things. So the dark Beta made his way out of the territory and decided to check on the creeks nearby.

Valette had enough of an idea on the population of animals that Stark would have asked her directly on any given day - but the fish had always been one of the small ways he'd kept himself busy. He spotted another wolf and after what might have been a repeat attempt yet still no fish, he gave a polite cough. "You have to aim for where they're going to be, not where they are. Want some help?" He offered - it wouldn't hurt at all to spare some time and Val might enjoy the taste of fish for a change.