Hushed Willows Something you must know.

So much had changed but Stark still wasn't sure just how to process it all. He felt the world shifted on it's axis too often for him to count - losing his partner, the random male he'd let take him next to the lake, finding out that he had died, it left Stark wondering what he should do. Maybe being alone was better. Maybe that was what he needed to focus himself. Just the pack, just his family. He swallowed back a sigh, ears perking as he heard a call for the leadership - it wasn't the standard howl of a joiner though. 

Stark gave a short call of his own before he made his way to find Valette standing there, curious as to what she'd wanted. It was with a tinge of regret that he knew he'd have to tell her that Octavia had died. "Valette," He offered her in a low rumble, his posture still dominant over his land but not hostile at all. He'd been worked up when they'd met, and now - well. Numb was the easiest way to put it.