Hushed Willows would that even be enough.

Invades!

The wait had been short, and Stark had done his duty. The group had been brought among them, led to the Keep, and everything was sorting itself out. It felt strange to have a number of new wolves she did not know among her ranks, but Octavia was determined to see this work out. With more bodies meant more bellies. More mouthes to feed, and more teeth to keep the children safe. Everything would be fine - it had to work. Nobody had protested when the wolves had first arrived and Octavia, now wandering outside of the Crook while one of her loyalists cared for Tambourine, wondered if everyone was getting along. She would give it a few more days before bringing everyone together. It was surely a shock for both families to be squished together so suddenly, and they all needed time to adjust.

At the same time, Octavia had the desire to speak with Harlyn. She wanted to find out more about where the survivors had come from and what truly happened to drive them away; all she knew was that Harlyn's group were without a home, that the famine had been the culprit, but Tavi wanted more details. So as she wandered between the willows (which had begun growing fresh buds and branches, although Tavi was too distracted to notice) she sought out the dusky woman, and chuffed softly once she found her, offering a silent little smile just in case she was preoccupied with something.

As she slunk closer, Tavi relaxed her posture somewhat. Getting acquainted with things? She murmured softly, and then began observing the surroundings, her senses tingling.