Hushed Willows What To Do With These Weary Bones

Stark had slipped off without her, much to the elders anger, for she knew without a doubt that her words would be spun the wrong way. Nothing she'd done had been wrong, for she hadn't given away any location and she'd never been ordered to not give away a rank. Confusion muddled her thoughts as the golden woman walked along the borders, marking every so often and letting her spectral eyes scour the world beyond. Sure, Reek's hurting had gotten to her, but she wouldn't have betrayed her home to the rival alpha. Like Kunik, her feelings of the alpha female were growing further and further OFF, feeling as though the stormy woman wasn't here because she wanted to be. There was no care for them, no reason to follow, and yet she demanded them to submit? Funny. 
Alas, however, the elder knew that should Octavia's wrath come to her, that her time in the willows could be short lived. What would she do then, if Warbone wasn't around? Not again would she uproot her daughter, no, but leaving without a goodbye was also not an option. Nova still deeply hoped that here would she find her deathbed, preferrably after a few more years of serving Arkham. 
You wont have years left if you don't eat, you old bat.
Her own thoughts prodded at her belly, her sharply curved waist. Skinnier she was even than others, if that was possible, thanks to her refusal to eat. Bugs had been her main staple, plus whatever herbs Grace had insisted she eat. The trip had really taken the last of her energy, yet here she was still patrolling and pushing her creamy paws forward even more. The old woman was growing gaunt, and knew that wether she liked it or not she would need to eat if she were to live.
You say that like its a bad thing. WAS giving her life a bad thing? No longer would Tavi be irked by her, would the others need to worry about some old woman. One less mouth to feed.
Oh, did the wish come upon her harshly. The wish of death, of a release, but that wasn't happening just yet. Grace still needed her, needed the wisdom she could pass before her waste. The thought of dying and letting all her knowledge go to nothing was indeed a fear of hers, of death in general, but suddenly it just didn't seem like a big deal. Why not?