Redhawk Caldera I'd be prepared to lose a few with you.

If trying to reassure her, apparently mentioning her now deceased mate wasn't the good way to do so. Starks eyes went wide, the blue flashing a bit as shock took over. It was a week, maybe two, since he had seen the male and he couldn't believe it. Maybe everything he fucked died. Maybe that was the trick. Octavia was gone, now Peregrine and Stark was left to put two and two together. "Fuckin' hell, I'm so sorry... " before he could blurt any more awkward apologies to the woman another wolf approached and this one threw himself into a sprint. 

Stark wouldn't draw blood on another packs borders but he braced himself, prepared to defend himself if need be. The woman threw herself between the two males, the growl in her throat a promise of her own wrath if the juvenile didn't figure it out himself. Behind Fox Stark bristled, making no other moves save to prepare should the warning from the female be ignored.