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

The touch of Stark's cold nose against his pudgy belly caused the boy to laugh, squirm and slip off him. He plopped onto the cave floor, his hips splayed as he sat partially upright. This gave him another view of his underside and that tantalizing teat he couldn't reach. Mindless of his earlier struggles, Tambourine lunged for it again, only to overbalance and tip forward so that he face-planted into the cold stone. This dazed him for a second, then the puppy burbled and tugged his forelegs from where they were trapped beneath him, slowly pushing back onto all fours.

He was really starting to get hungry. Tambourine wasn't a crybaby, yet there was the slightest quiver in his lower lip as he tipped his head back and peered up at Stark. "Tam," he blurted, choosing the word that seemed to elicit the most positive reaction in the hope that his sitter would reward him with something edible.