Hushed Willows Dads leave. No reason to be a pussy about it.

Stark watched curiously. This was a new experience for him, after all. He was his mothers last litter, her last born baby, and Stark could only take that as a little bit of pride. It left him at a disadvantage though, and as a rogue male he'd usually been gone by the time that the females whelped their young. He tilted his head a bit, admiring that Tambourine already had his legs about him, and watched the pup toddle towards the wall. 

The pup's unique scent was different to him and there was a curiosity in him if he would keep the same smell as he aged. He was still until Tambourine finished, moving over to kick some dirt over the little puddle that had been left. He didn't want Octavia coming home to a dirty den after all. He flopped back down on his side a couple paces away, letting the pup approach if he wanted to do so. "Can't believe how much you've grown," He said warmly, it was far more drastic since Stark had spent the time away telling Reek that his son was born and thriving.