Otter Creek Don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay

Stark shifted slightly, his posture steady atop the sunlit boulder, though his gaze remained fixed on the weary wolf below. “Search and rescue,” he echoed, voice sharp, each word enunciated with a regal flair. “How noble.” He spoke almost as if to taunt.

The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though it didn’t reach his cold, calculating eye. “Calling it quits already, are you? Truly inspiring. I’m sure whoever sent you out will be thrilled to hear you’ve resigned yourself to failure.”

He leaned forward, the shadow of his towering frame stretching over the rocks, his tone turning cutting and deliberate. “Tell me, then. Who is it that warrants such lackluster dedication? Some lost soul who’s better off forgotten? Or perhaps you’ve convinced yourself they’re beyond saving, and that absolves you of trying.”