Hushed Willows Shall we play, Doctor?

Stark gave an exasperated sigh when Banner demanded to know what was going on - at the truth of it all he still couldn't tell, and he felt near overwhelmed with the whole situation. He'd only been a leader what, a month? Maybe less? And he had no idea what he was doing but it seemed like the pack was falling apart and he felt like he was the only one trying to fix it. "You and me both," He grumbled lowly. He'd taken his time outside of the packlands, too, but he hadn't strayed too far. 

He was worried Octavia would need him, worried that something would happen with Harlyn, he was worried the kids would get into it again. "I've just....I don't know. I feel like I should do something but really - I'm not even involved in this. It's between them. I haven't seen any of the Ostregas since this happened, 'cept Harlyn briefly, and I haven't seen Octavia since before we talked." Stark frowned, blue eyes rolling. "Y'know it's bad when I call folks out for being childish."