Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

No I do not, she replied with a good-natured huff.  Leaving Stark to deal with himself?  Distaster.  He needed someone to even him out and Banner rather enjoyed that she was that wolf.  Octavia could have taken up that role, but.. ah, hell.  She had enough to worry about without jamming the wayward female into her already full mind.

Once introduced, however, it was hard to ignore.  The questions gnawed at her every day.  Stark handled it all rather well - what other choice did he have in the matter?

The urge to bring up Octavia was strong, but she quelled it.  For now.  It didn't seem like the right time to inject her into conversation.  Besides, she was fairly certain that her brother didn't have any updates to give on that situation.  How could he?  She'd gone missing, leaving even her precious Tambourine in the care of other wovles.  Banner frowned, but moved right along with Stark's conversation flow.  Not really.  No sign of Pippin.  Met some a few wolves from other packs - a couple of allies, anyway, she explained in her low voice.  The wovles in these parts weren't the warring type (she hoped not, anyway!) so maybe "allies" hadn't been the right word.  Friends, she amended quickly.  Yes, friends.  They had a fair few directions to head off in should they need a helping hand.  Er.. paw.