Hushed Willows shakespeare in the park

Apparently while he had been settling his sister, the children had lead to the unsettling of the pack. Stark's brows knitted, ears flickering back at the way the Alpha snapped at him. He did not flinch further, he did not move away, he was strong as iron beneath her - his very spine built with metal. Octavia stumbled into her frenzy, swept further and further as if she was the one who had been tumbling off the mountain, Stark felt the momentum as it drove her on and on. She was getting more upset, crying, near hysterics, and Stark could do little to bring her down from that. It was another wide arch, her mood tempered by something unknown. He felt a pang in his heart. wishing he could soothe her although he had no idea from what. Maybe herself. 

"Octavia," He whispered her name again, "Tavi," - He'd never even addressed her by that name, never by her nickname, she'd never given it to him, but then, Stark took it now. "Darling, sweetheart, breathe for me," It was an order and less a request - he was not commanded by the whims to try and shush her tears because they were hers, they were very real, and whatever it was that she had seen that day that made her draw away from them all it was enough to drive her this far. "Easy, easy, we're gonna figure this out." Stark would not let his pack falter, but he would not let Octavia or Tambourine be hurt either. 

"I won't let anything happen to you or Tambourine." He said softly before he drew her closer, holding her against his chest. He didn't care about his scar, about her seeing it then - she'd probably never notice. Right then all he could do was try and comfort her. Later would be the hard work of trying to speak with Harlyn and see what could be done. If things could be mended, it would be better. If not....well. He wasn't too pleased with the concept of starting over again.