Hushed Willows oh, no, this is much worse

Whether or not matters had settled between the others involved, Tambourine had bounced back from the altercation between Tavi and the Ostregas. He still had some small scabs on the side of his neck which itched something fierce, but aside from that he hardly remembered the events of that day, to tell the truth.

He had woken a few minutes ago and promptly plopped onto his bottom to hike up a hind leg to scratch at his itchy neck. A movement near The Crook's mouth then caught the youngster's attention. He watched as a black-furred, green-eyed wolf slunk out into the open air. Tambourine jumped to his feet and scrambled after the retreating figure, bent ear flopping.

"'Ey! T'ick!" the littlest marauder yelped, mistaking her for the pack's familiar Gamma.