Hushed Willows There'll be no more monsters made here!

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It was colder now. Stark was expecting to find snow soon, marking a near complete rotation of the seasons since he'd come to the Wilds. A great deal had happened, and thankfully Tambourine had returned after a few days - making him somehow less worked up and even more at the same time. It was astounding what fatherhood had done to him. Still there was that part of him that nagged about how little he was doing to change his fortunes. The coming colder months would leave them all yearning for more - with any luck the pack would also grow in the weeks to come. 

Stark shook his coat out, heading down to check a couple of the caches to make sure that they were stocked. It also came to mind he needed to check on Silas, see how the young hunter was doing with his family gone. It must have been hard for him - being alone. Stark understood that all too well.