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

He didn't notice the deeper sleep, thinking perhaps that it was just exhaustion from life in general - of a growing child, a growing pack. He approached the crook with the goose hanging in his jaws, only spotting Octavia and pausing to let the fowl fall to the ground. "Hey," He started off, tail giving a few wags behind him. "Got really lucky this morning," Stark said with a smile, nodding towards the goose. 

"Think Tam might try meat soon?" Stark asked curiously, approaching her to nuzzle against her shoulder fondly. He wondered if she just knew when it was time for Tambourine to start trying real food, or, if the puppy would somehow let her know. The whole business of raising a child was strange to Stark, and he felt inadequate in many ways.