Otatso Wetlands Below my feet

It wasn't Valette's fault. It really had nothing to do with her - maybe a little bit of bad timing, but Stark couldn't separate the two from one another enough to really focus on anything else. He frowned when she tried to say that Octavia wouldn't leave her son - she most certainly did. "I hate to break it to you, but, she did. Practically bit my face off then hightailed it right out of the pack lands leaving me one confused puppy." Who honestly wasn't that worse for the wear but Stark couldn't understand the mind of a three month old. 

"I trailed her North a bit but I can't focus on her when there is a puppy missing his parents. When Pippin is home I'll be able to devote more time to tracking her down but I'm hoping she comes to her senses first." A bit of his anger had melted away, leaving behind a more morose, beat down man. Stark didn't like that side of himself, he hated to feel like he was letting people see his flaws. He hadn't let himself be sad about Octavia leaving, about the angry things she said, he'd just tried to push through and focus on what he needed to accomplish. "I'm sorry." He finally grit out. "She mentioned your name for the first time and said she was running off with Tam and then it devolved into her screaming at me and she ran off."  Not much of an excuse for his anger, but, at least an explanation for why he lashed out at her.