Hushed Willows C'mon. Let's do something insane like save the world

Stark had not gotten used to sleeping in the Crook yet. Being around other wolves - although he was getting better about attaching faces to names and scents now - when he had spent so long ago seemed foreign. But he was trying. After a couple days of scoping the packlands out he decided to pluck himself up and see if anyone wanted to go try and drum up something to eat. It seemed foolish, admittedly, to take too many out and leave Octavia alone with Tambourine when she might need defending (he was paranoid. who knew?) a small little scout / hunting party wouldn't be too much. "Anyone want to go try to fish or something?" He asked, wondering if anyone might hear him and consent to the potential promise of food.