Otatso Wetlands Sorry Isn't Enough

"One left, one is still in the Keep, one is dead." Stark said bluntly, finally meeting Grace's eyes again. Which left him. Him, who couldn't say that things were good but he liked to think they'd gotten finally onto the right path. Maybe. He swallowed down a sigh and wondered what Grace was trying to get at. She didn't even know how they were doing - she'd left weeks ago after all. Grace hadn't been there when the entire pack had gone combing the lands for the missing children and adults, she had no idea the work that they had been doing to try and make things better. 

She'd turned tail and ran, after all, within hours of him taking the leadership. No one had opposed him - but Trick and Grace had just decided to leave. Abandon them. "Tambourine has an amazing support system in the pack." He said as evenly as he could, trying to temper his emotions a bit. It was and wasn't her fault. She wasn't the reason that Octavia had died but the two healers had abandoned them in their time of need. Bitter thoughts kept swirling in his head and Stark's dull eyes didn't waver no matter how much he wanted to lower his gaze. He wasn't going to lose his temper.