Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

Gradually she would show him to the rest of the pack; flaunt him in all his grizzled, babbling glory. They may have lived next to the Crook for his whole life, but Octavia hadn't been lenient with the visits. Only very specific wolves under highly controlled circumstances had been given the chance to meet Tambourine — mostly Stark, sometimes Warbone — but she knew that eventually they'd all know him, and love him. Octavia watched as her son bumbled and babbled, and then turned her attention towards the dark girl when she asked her question.

I don't know, which was the truth. Octavia had tried to keep him sheltered from a lot of things so far, and so she had no idea if he'd picked up any bad habits or speech patterns; then again, he was very young. She had tried to get him to talk earlier and that hadn't panned out. I think he likes the noises right now. Maybe he'll be a chatterbox when he's older? God, imagine Warbone's reaction to that. The tiny boy racing about the territory with all manner of questions, theories, and stories. He'd probably drive the Alpha Male totally batty.