Hushed Willows would you still love me the same.

He sped up as Octavia nodded towards him, offering the woman a small smile. The stranger was regarded curiously, unsure of what she was doing there but there had to be reason that he was summoned to stand with them. Harlyn. An unusual name, but, he knew his own was strange too. He met Octavia's eyes, the look in his eyes nothing short of fond. "We've got resources not all other packs do," Stark supplied, looking from Octavia to Harlyn. "Hopefully your folks like the taste of fish - it's about the best we can do." At least reliably, even though there were other small little animals running about. 

"We can go as soon as you're ready." He offered to her, knowing that Octavia would probably start explaining things to the pack and then prep them for the arrival of the other wolves. Stark wouldn't allow anything to happen to the little group, even if it meant injuries to himself. He wasn't going to fail them - there was no way.