Hushed Willows Quixote

Stark's patience was running thin but with Tambourine there he didn't want to cause a scene. Nothing that Warbone had said was impressing him at all and Stark wasn't going to hand over the leadership of his pack to anyone. There was no way. He'd entertain the notion that someone could lead them better than he could but the fact of the matter was that no one had. 

Stark stared at Warbone, unwavering, until he spouted his last few words and then retreated off the borders. Stark leaned against Tambourine, fur mingling, even as the boy was ruffled. "Yeah," Stark agreed, leaning to rub his muzzle against Tambourine's. "He is. Until he leaves, be careful around the borders, okay?" He said gently. "I don't want you worrying about things here, but I don't think he's all there." Stark explained.