Stark

Stark
Wanderer, Healer, & Hermit🌿
Observant ⭐️ Friendly

-- Against Better Judgement -- 11/02/2024
Stark moved carefully through the dense, icy underbrush, his black coat blending seamlessly with the shadows as he scouted for herbs and remedies. He was accustomed to solitude and preferred it that way. But as he approached a small clearing, he caught a faint whimper—small, but defiant.

Curious, he stepped forward and found a young wolf pup, no bigger than a hare, huddled in the frosted grass. Her coat was ruffled, and her eyes were bright with fear she was trying hard to mask. When she noticed him, she immediately bristled, standing as tall as her small legs could make her. Her gaze locked onto him, fierce and unwavering, despite the cold that had clearly worn her down.

"What do you want?" she demanded, her tiny voice laced with a stubborn growl. She puffed up her chest, trying to look formidable, though she barely reached his ankle.

Stark tilted his head, surprised at her boldness. "You're alone," he observed, his tone neutral.

"So?" she shot back, her tail giving a little flick of defiance. "I don't need anyone. I can take care of myself."

A hint of amusement tugged at Stark's usually stoic expression. She was all bluster and fire, this one, but he could see her legs shaking slightly, a sign that the cold was already taking its toll. He thought briefly about leaving her—she was likely a stray, and he wasn't one to coddle—but something in her fierce gaze gave him pause.

"Is that so?" he replied, his tone low and unhurried. He watched her carefully, wondering how long she'd keep up the act.
"Yes!" she insisted, lifting her chin. "I don't need help from some gloomy stranger." But even as she spoke, her voice wavered, betraying a hint of exhaustion she couldn't quite hide.

Stark sighed, glancing at the sky, where dark clouds threatened snow. "Well, pup, if you can handle yourself, then I'll be on my way," he said, turning as if to leave.
He didn't get far before a small yelp sounded behind him, followed by a stubborn, "Wait!" Stark paused, glancing back to see her looking anywhere but at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She scraped at the ground with her paw, muttering, "I mean… it's not like I need help, but… maybe just this once…"

Her pride was still intact, he noted, but her need for warmth and shelter was stronger. Stark shook his head, letting out a soft huff before nudging her forward with his nose. "Come on then, little firebrand. Just this once."

She tried to pretend it didn't matter, walking beside him with her head held high, but every so often, she'd steal a grateful glance his way. Stark couldn't help but feel a flicker of respect for her spirit.

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Notes for me:
- Stark's story arc will have ties to the faelcu and the lunar realm. He travels between packs who are bout to have pups to help protect and make sure none are lost. He will start to have visions (the lunar pups) and voices that he will have to figure out what more is going on with Coigreach, etc.)

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