Hushed Willows Protect me Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell

Tambourine felt his mother's overnight absence, of course, but the pup was tended to well enough by the others and happily shared his space with some familiar bedfellows. When he woke the next morning, though, his empty belly ached for nourishment. This turned the usually happy-go-lucky toddler into a bit of an ankle-biting grump. He circled around The Crook, biting anything or anyone that came too close.

When Tavi eventually entered the den, the pup squawked, "Muh!" and bounded up to her, ignorant to the fact she was trying to converse with another member of the pack. "Fest! Fest!" he babbled at her, prancing from foot to foot and even rearing up to nose at the corner of her mouth. He could have launched for a teat, yet he already had a taste for the occasional and soft bits of meat his mother had begun to provide in addition to milk.