Great Bear Wilderness I made it all look painless,

Her sudden outburst was predictable. In response came a low, humorless chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. Behind the cage of his teeth, his tongue clicked in a small tsk. Her defiance was amusing, a spark of fire in that small, sharp frame, and she snarled with youthful arrogance. Ah yes, Stark remembered when he was the very same as this whelp.

He took sudden steps, though they were notably leisure as not to spook her. When just a few feet separated the two, he leaned down, his one good eye glinting with something between amusement and warning. "Not a pup, are you?" His voice was quiet, rough. His teeth clicked again. "Then you should know better than to pick a fight with someone bigger than you.” Stark wasn't in the business of threatening yearlings, even if it could be misconstrued as one. No, no, it was just a simple reminder.

He both enjoyed, and welcomed, the distraction from his new daunting reality. His memories were shattered, fragments that he struggled to piece together. He remembered who he was, and everything else... it was a dark fog.

Stark gave her a hard, assessing look, the faintest smirk touching his muzzle. "Keep that fire. You’ll need it, one day.” With that, he turned away. He had every intention to conclude the discussion and continue on his way, then again, a nuisance would be a nuisance. From the looks of the wilderness around him, he had more ground to cover. Nothing was familiar yet, and so he could only assume he must keep going.

Go, go, go, until something sparked.