Felltree Marsh Like spinning plates

The sound of another voice in the darkness startled him, causing Tambourine to jerk his head sideways. He saw that it was Stark and simply corrected his trajectory, momentarily forgetting all about the other silhouette as he closed the distance between himself and his guardian. "The sun's sleepin'!" he crowed as he bumped his soft gray head into Stark's leg, eyes shining upward and tail waving. He had a friendly duh look on his face. Stark should know better!

And then, abruptly, he recalled the other wolf and turned his head to look at him, even as Stark began trying to usher him away. Tambourine mindlessly evaded him, slithering away from Stark like a slinky cat and padding toward the darker shadow. He was not willfully disobedient, just incredibly curious. "Who's that?" he called out loudly, then more directly, "Who're you?" The boy had no real sense of stranger danger, though some sort of instinct must have told him to approach with caution, as he didn't throw himself at the unfamiliar figure like he had been doing to unsuspecting pack mates all his life. Even little Tambourine knew, on some level, that this was an outsider.