Hushed Willows I got you first

She was thankful for him. Fate seemed to bring him to her at the precise moment she was in need, and the pack was better for it. Octavia tried to ignore the similarities between Stark and Reek as much as she could; even though they were both tall, dark, handsome and even a bit sassy when the mood hit - they were entirely different fundamentally. She had yet to see Stark buckle under the pressures of the famine, for one thing. Imagining Reek in this trying time - aided by the information retrieved by Nova - had Tavi thinking, Reek could never be a father. But that didn't mean she would keep Tambourine from him. The boy deserved to know his origins.

But shit, she wasnt going to think about any of this. What was that old game she used to play with her siblings? "First person to think of a fox with stripes loses!" Now whats on your mind.

She sighed and coiled tightly against Stark, breathing in his musk, and trying to clear her mind. After a moment she blurted rather spontaneously, "I'm happy I found you when I did. You've been so helpful to us." She was getting used to his presence, excited for it, and was starting to think a Stark-free life would be harder than the worst famine.