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With the fishy scent in his nose and the salt water spray still clinging to his legs Stark didn't notice much of the other scents filling the little den. It was probably a good thing too, it would leave more questions than answers for him and he didn't need to bring up the type of wounds that Octavia was probably carrying from her whelping. Stark waited until she told him he could come closer, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dark at least enough to see the mother and the little bundle of fur at her side.

As he had before Stark laid the offering down, giving her the fish. It was little more than a sardine, not enough to sustain her much but he figured anything was better than nothing. "He's a cute little thing," He murmured quietly as he stepped back, giving them both room to be more comfortable. He didn't want to crowd her in and she was being polite enough to let him near in the first place. "Grace and Kunik went with me to try fishing. We managed to snag a few, although it wasn't the best attempt. I think I'll keep at it, though." He explained in regards to his offering. It was also a thanks for letting him in - she could have sent him on his way, after all.