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Starling was missing his flowers. He had so little to do now that he couldn't really fill his day with herb hunting. Sure, there was still so much to learn, but the life of a healer was hard in the winter. He hadn't seen Aunt Harmony in so long, and he was starting to miss his daily lessons. He guessed he could possibly go to Allen, he might know some tricks, and Aunt Rhythm would be a good choice too. But it was hard to learn when everything was pretty much dead. At least, all of Starling's reserves were. And there wasn't much he could learn in the winter, right? With a gentle sigh he took to his new past time of pacing the packlands. He made his circle, searching the borders before going around and seeing where everything was. As much as he had paced the packlands before searching for herbs, he had never really looked at it without his hunt in mind. His anxieties kept him on the safe side of the border far more often than outside, especially when he had no mission in mind. When it came to plants and flowers Star would often find himself rather brave and cross over into mysterious places, but without that mission he had very little desire to do so.

So he paced, worked on trying not to trip on his paws as he moved. He wanted to be more elegant, an adult didn't trip all the time. It was hard, and he really didn't like how...quiet it was. He needed something to keep his thoughts calm, something to focus on. Bass was too busy with Alpha things to constantly be at Starling's beck and call when he wanted to learn some Italian, and he had a hard time teaching Shrike in large doses. He needed something to do. But at that exact moment he looked up and blinked. Bright blue eyes grew wide as he stared at this unknown woman, wondering why she was in his pack lands. A sudden flash of terror ripped through him when he thought that she might be a tresspasser, and as an adult he had to do something about it. Gulping slightly he trotted forward, trying to appear far less gawky and comfortable than he felt. He was the alpha's son, it was his duty to do...something, right? Oh he wished Lark were here. "H-hello?" He instantly lowered his gaze, angry at himself for stuttering. That is not how you look mature and grown up, Starling! Clearing his throat he tried again. "Are y-you new here?" At least it wasn't...so noticeable this time. He tended to trip over his tongue like he did his paws, but sometimes it was just a stumble rather than an all right fall. "I-i've never met y-you before." He said, stating the obvious. She had a mysterious scent on her, one that didn't smell at all like Abaven, but he would wait, hoping she was harmless and she had some reason for being here. If not, he might just....have to call his daddy.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"