Otatso Wetlands Sorry Isn't Enough

Before Stark could do anything Grace fell to the ground and Stark let out an irritated snarl. She didn't even make a move to try and get up, to do anything, and that irritated him even more. Was he some tyrant that wasn't approachable? Had he become a monster that people though couldn't be trusted or handled properly? The Alpha heard her stammered apology, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he looked her over. What was she apologizing for after so long? She had left his ranks with Trick, hadn't even had the decency to speak with him about her concerns, and then she showed up near his pack. 

"Get up." Stark spat it out, tail lashing behind him. "Was I that bad to you?" Stark finally asked, bitter and his normally bright blue eyes dulled. His coat had lost its sheen - there was still bits of mud and debris clinging to it from when he had carried Octavia home. He refused to bath or groom, clinging to the last bits of her that he could. 

"You didn't even say goodbye to me."