Hushed Willows Here's where you're wrong: she was already perfect.

Stark had found a tiny treasure growing among the grasses. It was the first hint of something pretty, aside from the buds in the Willows and the start of life again in their little Keep. Stark was careful as he moved with it, letting it rest just inside the Crook where @Tavi and Tambourine stayed. He let out a little sigh as he turned, the small red flower waiting on the woman to discover it while Stark went to find something for breakfast. Tambourine would be eating meat and soon, he would need to supply them both better than the fish from the river. 

His morning catch was something better than it had been in a long while. A plump goose had been in the wrong spot at the wrong time and now swung limply from his jaws by her long neck. Life was returning, and even if Stark could not make the rest of the pack settle so easliy without Warbone, he could still support Octavia as he had since the first night he joined the pack.