Hushed Willows What To Do With These Weary Bones

Having spoken to Stark, it seemed like a good idea to track down member number two of the mail delivery crew; and strangely, even after Octavia's coversation with him, she was not angry. Her thoughts were focused squarely upon Tambourine first. Once someone had been corralled in to the den to keep an eye on him, Octavia roamed away. She was passive because she was distracted. Her child had not been away from her for any longer than a few minutes thus far, and at every sound among the trees or shift of the wind across the empty territory she would pause to listen, ready to turn around at a moments notice.

When the alpha female came upon the old woman she chuffed softly, keeping herself contained emotionally, and even granted the crone a small smile.

"Nova, you have returned." She knew what Stark had said. Her attachment to this woman was practically non-existant, but being in good spirits Tavi would give her one last chance. "How did you fare? I can't imagine the look on his face after you gave him my message." She meant Reek, obviously. Stark had already explained things, but Tavi did not mention this - she would rather hear the old bat's version of events first.