Hushed Willows friends let's commiserate

Quick one to close out, I'll make a new one for us Nova!

 

Stark let out a breath when it seemed the situation had diffused some. Octavia was clearly tired, it was more draining than Stark could ever imagine to raise a child and head a pack. She nudged him and he briefly nuzzled against her. He wanted to do whatever he could for her, although this moment opened him up to a whole other slew of questions. They weren't an item but Tambourine's father still deserved to know of his birth and Stark only wondered what the male had done to make Octavia leave. "I'll be back soon," He promised, although he didn't want to suggest that it would matter at all to his Alpha other than to know that his mission had been completed. 

He wouldn't be so presumptuous as to suggest any more from Octavia. Instead he watched her return to the Crook and no doubt her child's side before turning himself to go find Nova so they could head out.