Hushed Willows I've got three candidates for the zoo...

Watching Harlyn stirred in him deep feelings of his own. Missing the moments he'd curled with Octavia the same way, of how she'd smelled with the sweet scent of milk still on her - how Tambourine had grown and grown before his very eyes. He had never considered fatherhood to be a trait he liked, but, he did find himself enjoying the life he'd laid out for himself most of the time. "Soon, then." Stark said with approval lacing his words. It would be food for the children given that Amara seemed to be struggling - once they were eating meat the rest of the rest of the pack could step in and help where Amara had not been able to. 

"You are a wonderful mother, Harlyn." Stark said with a quiet little sigh - he loved the idea of having more children around the Keep, but, when faced with the struggle of Amara perhaps abandoning them early...it did not bode well with the dark Alpha.