Hushed Willows friends let's commiserate

Tavi is really! bitchy! sorry. :C

She wasn't entirely prepared for the reaction that the older wolf had, and in watching Nova huff and puff, Octavia felt her own frustration finally come to the surface. The golden woman turned to depart - and Octavia was left with Stark who was speaking plainly, and yet Octavia wasn't entirely listening. She stepped around Stark for the time being and followed after Nova, the fur along her spine bristling as soon as she heard the other woman's growling; instinctively she saw this as some kind of challenge, and Octavia was not about to back down, nor have her subordinate dismiss her in such a manner.

Stop. Stop, Nova. Octavia's words shot out of her angrily, and she rounded upon the woman's position whether she halted or not, head raised defiantly and tail arching over her back. I gave you instructions, and you will do as you are told. Do not walk away from me. A low rumble penetrated the air from Octavia's chest. You don't have to understand every little thing. All you need to do is obey, and if you can't obey then you have no place here. It was a drastic threat considering this was one of Warbone's wolves, but by proxy that made Nova one of her subordinates too. Threatening to leave the old woman out on her own during this famine would surely spell her death. But Octavia didn't have the patience to earn the woman's respect, and sure as hell wasn't going to keep her around if she was going to be so childish.

Octavia turned slightly as if to address what Stark had said, but kept her eyes glued upon  Nova in a challenging manner, waiting for her to make up her decision. As an aside, she addressed what the dark man had said: Go to the packlands and howl, or wait for someone. Say that Tavi sent you, and that you have a message. You won't need to ask for him. But then again, they were both right. They needed more information. He's dark furred and skinny, if that helps at all, considering everyone is probably feeling the pinch right now. Would that suffice? Briefly Octavia looked to Stark to ascertain if he understood, then her gaze shot back to Nova, and she loosed a simple command: Go. 

If she refused to do this, Octavia would drive the old bat out herself.