Hushed Willows A crackpipe full of dreams

He was prone neither to sadness nor pessimism, yet Tambourine sagged under the weight of his realization. His hindquarters sank into the snow and his head dipped, hanging pitifully between his sharp shoulder blades. A sigh left him, long and deep, causing a white mist to unfurl from the tip of his snout. He stared down at his own over-sized paws for a few beats, his gaze lifting only when the stranger addressed him a moment later.

"I don't know," he said, which was the whole and honest truth. They were gone. He didn't know where they went or why. He was thinking only of Stark and Banner and wondering how they could just disappear like that. "They wouldn't," he thought out loud. "Leave me, I mean," he clarified for the other wolf's benefit. "Something must have happened to them..." But now that he thought about it, what about the others? Where was Silas? Amara (and her pups)? Talewi?

He raised his head now and looked around a bit wildly, ears flapping, the left especially. Almost forgetting the dark stranger for a moment, Tambourine pressed his lips together and did something he should have done right from the start: he howled for @Silas, @Amara, @Talewi and anyone else who might hear. Stark and Banner were inexplicably gone... but maybe some of the rest were still lurking around the deserted Keep?