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

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Stark watched her, stilling as Octavia came closer to her and then sucking in a deep breath when she nuzzled into him. He draped his neck across hers, making a soft sound on the exhale as he nuzzled into her. He wasn't excepting the suggestion that she gave; for them to retreat for a bit, find someone secluded for the two of them. He pulled back enough to look at her, his blue eyes fixed on hers. "Go somewhere?" His first thought was that there wasn't anywhere pretty enough, but he made a soft sound. "Where you go, I go," He hummed out, nose brushing behind her ear, teasing a bit of fur.

He swallowed thickly, her warm scent drawing him closer. For a bit they could steal away, Tambourine would be alright under the watch of their packmates. He knew Grace had taken to the pup, and it seemed like Octavia needed to get out for a bit. Just get a break. He stood up, willing to follow her lead.