Larksong Grotto There's Always Bad News To Go With The Good

"No." Stark said smoothly. This was going to be a train wreck. Considering the woman had already gone against what Octavia had laid out. He had expected her to wait but she strode forward, calling out to the leader. He felt like it was a part of her pride, her vanity, that she needed to strike against her leaders. She'd mentioned that the others weren't good enough for her, that they hadn't stroked her ego properly. 

Stark waited, posture neutral even as he sat at the borders. Their business was not on behalf of their pack but of their Alpha, and he was far too eager to see the type of male that had driven Octavia off. Already his opinion was sour on him, unfortunately.