Admittedly, Stark had this bad tendency of wandering off and being unable to stay in a single place since he was so accustomed to always being on the move which wasn't that bad since he got his exercise but his paws always ached and cracked with a bit of blood. During his small travels, he hadn't expected to find a small kitten yet there he was. A small Maine coon kitten with the colour of a citrus fruit, it was rather amazing to think yet he had managed to coax the child into following him. He wasn't sure what he was going to do just yet but he supposed that he would take the kitten into his own care, perhaps he needed a turn of events to change his life. Give him new purpose. He hadn't had kids in what felt like centuries though the memory of his own offspring made his heart ache within the chasm that was his chest, he didn't have a clean record with one of his kids seeing as they didn't really like him. Stark had produced half-planners and it had been a horrid mistake on his part seeing as his clan back then had been harboring war with the other clan that had the female he had a fling with. It wasn't bad. He had gotten to keep most of the kids only leaving a single boy to the female and he hadn't realized that had been his first mistake. What if he had been selfish and took them all? Surely, that wouldn't be very right.

Well, it all came toppling on him like a castle made of sand pushed by a strong breeze destroying his almost perfect life. Everything around him fell apart. His relationship with his kids, former mate (whom he didn't really like bringing up for personal reasons), and some of his clanmates. The once strong, towering structures of the life he had built himself within the clan seeped through his paws like small grains of sand. He snapped out of his trance once he heard the soft voice of Larkspurkit, he hadn't realized how far they had gone but with the way he pawed at his foreleg was enough to make him recall where he was. He would draw in a soft breath only to exhale, he glanced down at the small kitten offering a tired smile "This is your new home, champ." He wondered if Tena was still in charge or if Killua was still around, so many questions would cascade through his always busy mind. He would sit down wrapping a paw around the small kitten bringing them close especially with the cold temperatures that the territory often brought upon the group. His tail wagged rather lazily to the sides only to say with a yawn escaping him afterwards.

"I'm back,"  [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

There were definitely a lot new faces in comparison to when he had been there. He took a deep breath seeing a brown today approaching the both of them, he couldn't help but let out a snort watching as Lark bolted over towards them. Stark was about to open his jaws to say something but Larkspurkit had already retreated to his side upon the sight of a draconic beast. He turned his gaze back towards Nine only to answer with a curt nod of his cranium "M'names Stark Ferro. I was here beforehand and I'm returning with a little friend. He's already introduced himself. Larkspurkit," There was a brief pause as he reopened his jaws "Pleasure to meet you, Sanzu." He slowly rose to his paws and would stretch out slowly, he would take the opportunity to shake himself out. He lifted up his paw to see the dry blood on his somewhat snow covered pawpads "Also is there anybody with some medical knowledge or do you have any marigolds y'all could lend? M'paws are pretty jacked from the long journey," [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

There certainly wasn't any familiar faces that he knew from the crowd yet or so maybe they hadn't approached quite yet either way, he would draw in a soft breath listening to the brown tomcat introduce themselves. Number Nine? He never met anyone with a numeric name or legitimately have number for the first part of their name, it was odd to him. Almost alien. Although, it wasn't enough for him to prompt the young male about their name since they had just met and he didn't want to end up shoving his nosy ass into somebody's possibly tragic backstory. He nodded slowly with gratitude towards Nine and Sanzu "Thank you both, Nine and Sanzu." Suddenly another voice would ring against his eardrums and someone else appeared, he was going to be honest and well, he didn't really remember the child though his memory was being rather shitty as of late. "Wow, must have been that long. The old gears within m'head are kinda covered in cobwebs so my memory is a little rusty... It's good to see you again," He offered a sheepish grin only to feel her take his paws into her own flinching at the sudden touch not due to the fact that it stung but rather he hadn't had much physical contact in a while, it had became foreign to him at some point. It wasn't unwelcome it was just becoming very alien to the canine. It brought up the memories of his old wife-to-be and how she had always fixed him up whenever he had broke but now Stark was much too broke to be fixed or so, that's what he believed after all these months.

He blinked at the feeling of the salve going within the cracks in his paws, he nodded slowly only to let out a soft snort when Pele called Larkspurkit his son. Well, he had taken in the child so he supposed that it was fine if he called the other the latter even if he wasn't quite certain if Lark would return the gesture and call him father. He shrugged the thought away as he would speak once more with a light nod of his cranium "Of course and thank you again." [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]