Hushed Willows We're taking a break. It's nobody's fault.

After Octavia had left him Stark turned and directly started to track @Harlyn. The hunter didn't need to struggle much, the scent of the Alpha was everywhere but it seemed to cross and fade out. The Beta did not speak to anyone that he passed, only occasionally nodding to acknowledge that he'd even seen them. This was a conversation that needed to happen quickly before anything else happened. 

It was irrational, he felt, but Stark was afraid that when he went to try and find Octavia that she and Tambourine would be gone. He'd be worried he'd have to track the woman down and he wasn't quite sure where the notion was coming from. That bothered him too. Something was amiss and while the two had spent time together he didn't know her before the famine - he had no idea who she'd been before. He couldn't tell if this was stress and the pressure of the pack finally getting to her or what. 

Stark thought he'd found a fresher trail, occasionally putting his nose to the ground to track the female.