Hushed Willows Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

The boy's eyes skipped from one face to another as the pack gathered around his mother (and, by proxy, around him). There wasn't a shy or bashful bone in Tambourine's body, so he returned their curious gazes with a grin and wave of his tail. When they crowded closer, he batted and barked at them, amused and emboldened by their blatant attention even though he had no idea he was the primary reason for their gathering.

Tavi said a few words over his head and he bent his neck back to peer up at her again, pink tongue lolling, before righting himself. By pure happenstance, his stonewashed gaze clapped upon Stark in particular. He waddled merrily over to his sitter, shouting, "Tam-tam!" He then pounced the Epsilon's left forefoot, still oblivious that everyone's eyes were watching his every move but somehow managing to work the crowd anyway.