Hushed Willows friends let's commiserate

Stark focused on Octavia, following her directions mentally - exploring the area as he went until he'd arrived where she needed him to go. He was to deliver the news that Tambourine had been born. That was.....that was a huge task to give someone you weren't truly familiar with. There was a flourish of pride in the fact that she chose him. His head did lift a bit higher, excited and proud at the same time. 

"We won't let you or the ankle biter down." He promised, offering her a small smile. "We won't give him any information. It might be better if Miss Nova waits - I'm still knew enough I don't smell as much like the pack as she does." Stark reasoned. Nova Rose had already brought up the fact she hadn't found out what Tambourine's father looked like. He didn't need to stress that fact further. "We can head out together and then you can wait for me, if that works."