Hushed Willows I got you first

Stark let out a soft snort, a shake of his head accompanying the movement. "I don't think I would have." He said honestly. "I had met Lasher before I met you," And while the man was nice, and he did mean to go back and see him again, he didn't think he would have come back to join his wolves. It was harder to suggest, honestly, and if he hadn't have met Octavia perhaps he would have gone back to Donnelaith. "I might have been a haunt of his forest." He said with a smile. "And instead the willows found me." He honestly felt so fortunate. 

His blue eyes widened as Octavia suggested that she might some day take Tambourine away from the Keep. "Far away?" He asked, feeling a little downtrodden by the thought of Octavia leaving and heading out with the puppy. She sounded like it might just be a fancy, a consideration for the days long past, and he let out a soft sigh of relief. "I would follow you." He said softly. He leaned in, resting his head over hers. "You probably already figured that out, though." He said with a little laugh.