Moonspear He's never going home

He didn't know what he expected, though the silence that met his warning perturbed Tambourine. Had they heard him? Should he howl again? He was deliberating when someone did call back. He squinted upward, his jaw falling slack when he could plainly see the bear howling. Did bears howl?

A few moments later, Wraen appeared. "Wraen!" Tambourine exclaimed, pointing his snout up at the bearish figure now clambering down the mountain toward them. "There's a b—" His voice cut off abruptly as the "bear" came closer. It was much smaller than a typical bear, its snout too tapered. It slowly dawned on him that he was looking at a bearlike wolf.

Feeling like an absolute idiot for the false alarm, Tambourine gulped and took a step back when the bear lookalike scrambled to greet Wraen. "Oh man, I'm so sorry. I thought..." He was too sheepish to say what he'd thought, though his mistake was quite obvious. "I'm an idiot." All thought of possibly joining this pack suddenly fled from him. Even if they let him in following that blunder, he was too embarrassed to ask in the first place.