Hushed Willows but there's nowhere to go

Tambourine was trying and Stark was appreciative of the effort the puppy was putting in. He followed a couple steps behind the boy, his eyes meeting Silas' when they finally came into view of the older puppy. He knew there was bound to be tension, in a way, Tambourine could easily be blamed for Pippin's disappearance. He gave a little sigh of relief when Tambourine started with something almost relatable. It wouldn't be easy by any stretch of the imagination but all Stark would ask was that the boys try. 

And they were.

From a position a couple steps away Stark gave an encouraging smile, nodding as they exchanged their own admissions of their losses. "Maybe they did run into each other." Which was a thought that Stark honestly hadn't had - and it came with two venues. Mordecai wouldn't know about the latest outburst or how Octavia had run off on him, and if they were already on edge with one another perhaps it wouldn't be a good meeting. He couldn't expect it to me. Maybe Mordecai would see Octavia's strange behavior and try and help. It was too much to be hopeful over, and so the male was quiet and just held that thought inside. 

"Hopefully they'll come soon." All of them.