Hushed Willows Dads leave. No reason to be a pussy about it.

Tambourine continued to ignore the adult. Perhaps if he stuck one leg in the air and curled in half, he could reach the unattainable nipple...? He attempted it, only to lose his balance and tumble onto his right elbow. Once he was flat on the floor, though, that gave him another idea. He rolled so that he lay flush on his right side, then bowed his body. Still his chubby tummy thwarted him and the pup grunted again.

But he wasn't one to be put out by such things. He did sigh as he finally gave up, then rolled onto his belly with his weight supported on his elbows and his legs sprawled behind him. He stayed like that a moment, peering up at Stark now as if noticing him for the first time. The puppy grinned up at his makeshift babysitter, his good ear pricking nearly to full height while the "dud" remained flopped.

"Who-ee?" the child questioned, head cocking. The resemblance to a real query may or may not have been a total coincidence.