Hushed Willows Captain Amerus

Stark gave a nod as Octavia chose to allow Cap to stay with them. Well - at least he didn't have to deal with that sort of guilt that his sister wasn't there and he was in a plush pack doing fine. Not that the famine meant that things were plush anywhere, but, it was better than he had expected. Stark licked his lips, turning back to view his sister and gave a soft sigh. "I'm glad that you're alright." He responded quietly, looking over at her. "C'mon." He lead her towards the Crook.

"She's here, he's there - and he leads a pack that could always try and get Tambourine. Don't need many details, honestly. Just keep a look out. I recently went over to tell him that his son was born so I'm off border duty since he knows what I look like." He explained as they walked. "We stay here - the Crook, all of us sleeping there. Octavia has a spot with her son a little off the beaten path, but everyone stays there at night." It was a hard thing to adjust to for someone like Stark, but, he was making due. 

"It's made her more alarmed; I've just come back. So we're on high alert for a bit." Stark said evenly. "We don't tell others where we live, and that's been a rule since the start. It's more a family than anything here, so there's a sort of casual vibe here."