Hushed Willows Avengers... time to work for a living.

Tambourine was starting to resemble a real, actual wolf more and more these days. He was about to enter a rapid growth spurt and his body had already begun to lean and lengthen. He was all legs these days, gangly and awkward, and he was constantly starving. But he was still in good spirits, like always, flitting around the pack lands with his flyaway fur, floppy ear and punchy personality flung at his fellow marauders at every available opportunity.

He was still much too young to participate in something like a pack hunt, which required discipline, experience and a plethora of other skills Tambourine had yet to add to his repertoire. This did nothing to stop him from responding to Stark's summoning howl. The pup stopped in his tracks, immediately threw back his head and issued a long, loud, Awoo-woo-woo! He then scrambled in the Beta's direction.

"Stark-uh!" the youngster hollered when he arrived on the scene. He spotted Silas and grinned at the older boy, then bounded over to the leader, bumping his head roughly against the space where Stark's leg and shoulder met. "I wanna hunt! 'M so hungry, I'd could eat a whole bear!" Tambourine exclaimed. Just as he was oblivious to the pack's other pups' dislike of him, he was totally unaware that he had no place in today's joint venture.