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

The pup finished his wee, then stood up and watched curiously as Stark moved to clean up the mess. Soon after, he flopped onto the floor a few feet away. Tambourine immediately scrambled over to him, no sense of stranger danger whatsoever as he crammed his nose into the hollow of the adult's throat, mashing his face there before backing up slightly to rear onto his hind feet. He wobbled precariously for a second before bracing his tiny front paws on Stark's face and gazing directly into his icy blue eyes.

"Own?" Tambourine mimicked, rat-like tail wiggling.