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If there was ever an indication of all of the reasons he'd never bothered settling down it was right now. For the male's first foray into leadership and real and true responsibility he felt he was screwing up. It wasn't to say it was truly his fault - in fact, it was down to the two Alpha's and their children and apparently Mordecai as well - but Stark still shouldered the burden of feeling he should have done more. The dark coated male hadn't seen Octavia since her outburst when she'd pulled away from him and he didn't feel like he had the answers to chase after her. 

His thoughts were sullen, trying to figure out the best course of action. He needed to figure out what had truly happened, he needed to figure out what would be safest - before his thoughts were of keeping Tambourine safe from Reek and his wolves and now it was trying to keep Tambourine safe in the pack that had been meant to protect him. Stark caught the scent of his sister and he gave a soft sigh as he turned his course, following after her with the intentions of letting her know and getting her opinion.

If there was anyone that might make things clearer it was Banner - or maybe, as often as it was, she would indulge his poor choices into the snowballs they tended to be, rolling right down the mountain they lived on. He spotted the chocolate female, his lips twitching into a grim smile. "Banner," He didn't greet her with his customary touches, with the sort of affection she so rarely allowed herself, instead, his blue eyes said it all; there was trouble, and the male wasn't sure how to handle it. "I think I screwed up."