Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't a bad guy. This isn't a villain.

Frequently Stark's thoughts flip to where Octavia might have been, what she had been doing, what that meant. Was she stumbling and struggling the entire time? Did she even know? Stark felt a cold shiver run down his spine and he focused instead on the male was saying. Stark felt his blood run cold, his entire frame seeming to crumble in on itself. 

He wasn't a small man by any stretch of the imagination but right then he felt tiny - it was hard to tell the male when Stark knew the truth. "Octavia," He said softly, he's heard this before - Saena only days before had confirmed it. Octavia had been what he'd always known her as, but Tavi - that was a wolf that everyone else knew. "Tavi," He had to struggle to call her that, it wasn't the name he'd known. "I...shit, I'm sorry...she passed away. Just..it was in the wetlands. I'd just found her, before...." 

Stark's eyes closed for a moment and the male was visibly steeling himself. He'd felt her last breath, known the moment that her heart had stopped, seen the light fade from her eyes. "I'm sorry...I couldn't do anything for her."