Two Eyes Cenote he will never eat

she is a child not yet full grown, smaller than the ironspine but her gaze is fierce as it holds his own. the part of stark that did not wish to be a soldier molded to the whims of his parents wants to shy away from the fierceness of her gaze. but not all wolves are made fighters: some are born that way and in some small semblance, he envies her for it.

i am stark, he offers in return.

her question is direct leaving no fillers, no small talk to be scrounged from the sands.

he admires it.

if that is what you wish. he agrees.