Otatso Wetlands Below my feet

He was still hurting. The raw feeling would never go away, not when Octavia had screamed at him, not when no doubt the entire pack had heard it. Stark bristled, blue eyes looking the woman over with a look that was clearly full of a very raw hurt. "I don't...I don't know. She's been...off for a few weeks now but I thought maybe it was from the famine and then...I just..." He sucked in a deep breath, frowning at the floor because he didn't want a stranger to see him so upset. "I don't know what's going on but she hasn't come back and I don't know what to do with it now." It. Everything. He'd care for Tambourine as he had - like his own but then what about the pack she'd also left behind? 

"I hope they're both home soon." Stark said softly, finally looking up at Valette. "I...I really am sorry for yelling at you." It wasn't like him to lose his temper but still it happened and the woman didn't deserve it.