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

Stark leaned in when Tambourine toppled, trying so hard to reach himself that he didn't right himself in time. Stark sniffed at him, the puppy seem to shake off any sort of lingering effects in favor of facing him again. The pup had gained a certain look to himself and Stark wasn't sure what he needed to do - he wasn't exactly prepared for what to do in that situation. 

Tambourine offered his name again and Stark nuzzled him, offering a little smile to try and make him happier. "Should we call Mama?" He asked, tongue washing over Tambourine's face for a moment. "I'm not sure I've got what you need there, Tam." Stark admitted.