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

A rustling noise drew the boy's attention and without realizing it, the fur along his shoulders and spine stood on end, a bunch of soft silver spikes. His tail drew up over his slim hips and he stared at the nearby tree. He didn't growl or bare his teeth or make any aggressive gestures at all. He just sort of froze, watchful and waiting.

When a raccoon burst out of the tree and scrambled away into the darkness, he jumped and then let loose an unwittingly sharp bark that cracked through the dark air like a gunshot. He might have felt bad but Banner was making noise too, yelling epithets after the little bandit.

It didn't seem like Banner intended to give pursuit, so Tambourine relaxed somewhat and looked at the Beta. "Bastard?" he echoed. His brow furrowed slightly. "I thought it was called a raccoon," he said innocently.