Hushed Willows Quixote

Had they? At the core, there had been much turmoil, but since Stark had taken the pack it had evened out. He felt relaxed and he felt steady in his position. "There was strife, but, we are recovering." he was honest enough, because he could understand the delay in Warbone's return. Stark drew in a breath when he asked of Mordecai and Harlyn, and only a beat later, of Octavia. His gaze drifted to Tambourine before returning to Warbone, bracing himself for the fact he'd yet again have to tell someone of her passing. "The Ostrega's arrived here some months ago." He said quietly. "But Octavia - she passed. Recently." His words were more clipped, he didn't want to talk to a man he didn't know about the woman that he had entwined his life with and the son that they'd raised standing there. 

Maybe at a point he might open up, but, he wasn't interested right then. It was too hard to face facts and Stark wasn't going to face them right then. He was more interested in ignoring problems than solving them right then. "Kunik passed in the famine. Trick, Teagan, Nova Rose, and Grace abandoned us." He'd seen Grace, and she'd claimed to be seduced away by Trick, but he didn't care. The tiny male hadn't drug her away after all. "If they're in the Wilds or not, I haven't bothered to check." They wouldn't be welcome in his pack again, that was for sure.