Otatso Wetlands Sorry Isn't Enough

Grace practically felt the ripple in Stark's already bad mood, stepping back with her guard hairs prickling nervously. She only went a few steps, ears still cupped forward to hear his venomous rumble: clearly he wasn't happy with the way things were going. A slight breath whistled through her lips at another sigh, and she hung her head low, shaking it back and forth slowly. Suddenly, she felt very, very old, and again the wonder if this was how Nova felt gripped her. The russet girl responded with a low, soft voice, doing her best to sooth his worries as she could.
               "Stark, even the best alpha can only do so much. You did everything you could with what you were given, and you're still here trying. Can we say that for the previous alphas of the Keep?"
She gave no names in particular, but it wasn't hard to know what she meant: Warbone had gone off and vanished, Harlyn and Octavia had practically beaten each other away from the rank, and Stark had been the only beta that she could remember. Now she was sure Banner was handling the job quite well, and knew that the pair would make Marauders Keep great. The question was if she wanted to be a part of that greatness-or if Stark would even let her. For now, she didn't press her offer of help, but planned to before parting ways anyway.
                                 "You will lead the Marauders to great things, Stark-don't lose your confidence. Tamborine needs you to be a good role model, right?"