Hushed Willows and you've been doing what, exactly?

He was familiar with border patrols, in theory if not in practice, being the (foster) son of leadership. Although they sounded kind of boring—Banner herself said as much—and Tambourine had already explored every inch of the Keep what felt like a hundred times in his search for his mother, the pup was pleased as punch to be invited along. In response, his eyes brightened, his ears both perked and his tongue lolled from his gray muzzle in a grin as he nodded enthusiastically.

"We're checkin' for trespassers, right?" he chirped as he fell into step with the Beta. "Are the bats trespassin'?" he wondered, glancing up as a few more of them skittered past overhead.