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

Stark did not reward him with food. Tambourine's little brow furrowed thoughtfully, though the adult's tongue seemed to wipe it clean off his face, leaving the puppy smiling after the wet lick. Stark spoke and though the youngster didn't understand, he still aimed to please—and do whatever it took to earn some noms.

"Maw!" he parroted hopefully, dancing from foot to foot.