Hushed Willows I got you first

This was perhaps a mistake, to curl so sweetly against her, to feel the press of her body against his and to be so utterly happy with the feeling. He had been working hard, trying to hunt for people, to sustain himself, to keep Octavia and Tambourine as comfortable and happy as possible. He could be selfish, he could give in, just for a little while. The male licked his lips, settling as she sank to the ground and put the fur to use. "I should hope so," Stark said, hoping to keep her spirits up by the comment rather than point out how very right she was. 

The pack had strange values, it seemed, while it boasted of family there were clearly factions within it - teams, so to say, that did not come out evenly. "I have to protect my spot, right?" He asked with a little smile. "Staying is the logical choice right now. But when he's older.....when you're ready, I wouldn't hate the idea of scouting somewhere out. Could get a fresh start. Not be boxed in." Because to Stark, that was his take away. It was too much for the woman, a choice of convenience for her child rather than a real desire to be there. They could dream a little, it wouldn't hurt anyone.