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

Kunik stayed where she was, admiring the child with a small smile and softer expression on her face. So she had a soft spot for children, who would have guessed? 

The others who had gathered around wore varying expressions that mirrored her own, surprisingly even Trick who she had half expected to hate the child simply because he was, well, Trick. 

Tam seemed to have farted right into Octavia's maw, who in turn sputtered, causing Kunik to hold back a laugh in case it offended the mother. Glancing around, the warrior noticed one wolf in particular was missing. It had slipped her mind after seeing the adorable fluff ball that was Tambourine, but where was Warbone?