Hushed Willows Quixote

Tambourine broke the tension as always, Stark's gaze only briefly settling on the boy after the loud burp that had left his lips. Stark flashed the slightest smile, his gaze softening on the youth before he returned his gaze to Warbone. A brow lifted - almost in disbelief, as if Warbone actually thought someone would just roll over and show their stomach because a founder waltzed back in. There was no way. Not when Stark was the only reason the pack hadn't fallen apart and it's wolves scattered to the four winds. Warbone talked about sharing the pack and Stark couldn't imagine why he thought that would fly. Especially not on the back of a threat. 

"We don't know each other." Stark pointed out. "My sister and I lead the pack, and we have been the ones to keep its peace, its borders, its caches. Were I to share the Keep with you again I would never just let someone I didn't know take up a mantle and put the wolves I promised myself to at risk." Anything he decided to do would be done only after discussing it with Banner - and after Warbone proved himself to genuinely be worthy of the task of leading again. 

"I am not opposed to the best for the pack's sake, but you would have to prove to me and to Banner and the pack that you have any place in that picture. Anyone can say the right things - doing them, that's totally different." Stark said evenly. There was no part of him who was afraid, the male could say what he wanted and talk as much game as he could. Stark was stubborn, he was prideful, he was not willing to yield.