Hushed Willows I got you first

really this is an excuse for my 100th post - we didn't discuss it but I just wanted to

He was oddly falling into a new routine, only a couple days in. @Tavi could be gone more often, away from Tambourine. Stark was never too far from them, sleeping sprawled near the entrance of the small den. When she left for the morning if he was about he'd sneak in to keep Tambourine warm and make sure he didn't go wandering. It had to be wonderful for Octavia to get out some, have some time alone. Stretch her legs, do all that fun stuff. But this was a little different than just playing Uncle Stark for a bit. 

He'd managed to find a small scrap of fur caught against some rocks - maybe the kill had long ago been trapped there, maybe someone had just discarded the fur itself not needing it for anything else. There were some small antlers near it too, and Stark assumed that it must have been just the needless leftovers from months ago. Could have been the young deer's leg caught between two rocks that had shifted. Stark carted it proudly into Octavia's den, laying the small prize down on the ground. Tamtam could use them for teething. There were no nutrients to be found just the creature comforts he'd teased Octavia about so long ago.