Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

Stark didn't know much about why Octavia had abandoned her nickname. It made enough sense, honestly, in hindsight but still the dark male had no idea when she'd changed her mind on what she was called. Her assumption of the end of their relationship was one that brought a weird finality to things; but Stark didn't consider them ended at all. "Well. Uh. I'm guessing you do - Octavia said you had run them out of the pack," Stark said with a little frown, and as she went on to explain that Reek had taken their children his own pelt bristled. 

It was a fear he had as well, but, if push came to shove Stark would end the scrawny male's life before he allowed such a thing to come to pass. "Anything you need, the Keep will assist you with." Stark offered quickly. "I understand it might be a bit awkward, but, we'd help if need be." Stark would have hoped someone would do the same for him if it was a different situation. If Reek somehow got to Tambourine and took him he would truly hope for someone else to give them assistance. 

He wanted to see how Saena would react to that news before he told her anything else - hoping that she wouldn't be too upset. He certainly didn't want to say anything about Tambourine if she was outraged even just at their distant ties.