Hushed Willows you can smell crazy on him

Stark drew in a deep breath as the news wracked his sister. He wanted to say a million things - but for then, he couldn't. He just waited. He let her process. He let her do her thing. When she asked questions Stark frowned. "He was alone. Said his sister attacked him and he'd lost his memory - and an eye - when he got his memory back he came back for his pack." Stark huffed. "His name is Warbone. Something he's overly proud of." The dark Alpha's hackles were up a bit, his feathers ruffled in a way he didn't let Warbone see earlier. 

"Tambourine was with me when he came to the borders; the guy is out of his mind if he thinks I'd let anyone I didn't trust lead the Keep." It didn't matter where they were though. If he wanted to live and die by the willows, let him. Stark cared about his wolves. They'd find a better land somewhere else if it came down to it, but, he didn't care in the slightest bit about the deranged ravings of a had-been leader.