Otatso Wetlands Sorry Isn't Enough

The only thing Stark could say was that she didn't know him, and it was clear that Tavi clearly hadn't been all there. The russet girl didn't ask about it anymore, unwiling to upset the alpha anymore than he already was. They didn't need another alpha bailing on them or going psycho. The next bit of information was much less surprising-in fact, she'd pretty much assumed. After all, as soon as Warbone vanished, Stark had been acting as a full time father to the little grey boy. At this, she flicked one ear, and a breathy sigh vented through her lips.
                   "You've been raising Tam since you got here, really." 
Though she wanted to, Grace didn't dare ask if he needed help. For one, she wasn't sure if Stark would even let her near the Keep-or if she wanted to be-, and she also didn't want to poke at the rawness Octavia's passing had surely caused. It wasn't as if she felt anything for the dark brute, but she did want to make sure everything was easy for him. Unfortunatley, there were very few ways to do that without stepping on paws.
                                           "You're doing a great job, I'm sure, but is there anything I can help with? Herbs maybe?"