Hushed Willows know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers

His comment was met with a shy smile, a rare occurrence for the new mother. Since finding herself among the wolves of the keep, Octavia had felt out of place. Her usually obnoxious, defiant self had been wittled down by too many days of hardship and stress. The child presented new challenges as well. She was left with little energy and, being stuck in the cave all day every day, her sharp-tongued wit had faded with disuse. It may have felt strange to have this new recruit so close to Tambourine (and so close to her in this stage of motherhood), but Octavia was greatful to have his company.

When he went on to explain the fish, she lowered her head slowly and grabbed for it, pulling it close to her nearest paw, and lay her digits across it as if to lay a quiet claim. Thank you. I appreciate it, even if it was a tiny fish, she was thankful to have it - for Tambourine's sake.

After a beat she licked her lips and tried to continue the conversation, clearly rusty: Did you... Enjoy it? The fishing. I hope nobody gave you a hard time, then again, she didn't imagine anyone in the pack would do such a thing. They all seemed pretty content around here, from what little she knew of them. After a moment of thought Octavia realized she knew next to nothing about her own pack — just like with the Larksong wolves, they were all here for the Alpha Male, and not for her.

Except Stark here, of course.