Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

Perhaps Stark was taking too many of Octavia's memories and prejudices and making them his own. Maybe it was a bias that had been perpetuated by hearing just one side of the story. Maybe it was something else all together and it was just ridiculous but Stark wasn't sure and he still hadn't found Octavia to try and get more information out of her. "We're close." In his opinions, sometimes too close for his comfort. With Tambourine to consider it still leaves him to worry that Reek will come back for him. "Been there since before the famine." He explained, his voice getting a little more gentle, a little more considerate.

It's been so long, though, and Tambourine is getting older. He's never had anyone to worry about him other than Stark and Octavia and the pack. They're family. Tambourine is his. Not Reek's. His ears shift forward when Saena mentioned her name - and he knew then like a lightbulb had gone off to light up the pathway in his brain. Everything all tucked together and rolled up neatly, even slapped a bow on it. "I've heard of you," He said quietly, and he didn't really want to say why because Octavia wasn't there to defend herself but Stark still had to worry about everything else. It wasn't too hard to put two and two together. 

"They're still there, at least, when I was near the area the last time they hadn't moved on. Not sure how many they've got with them now." Stark tilted his head to the side a bit, just a subtle shift. "I don't go near there, personally. Not a huge fan." Like it wasn't painfully obvious.