Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

The instant his mother's voice poured over the territory, Tambourine burst from The Crook, shouting, "Potty! Potty! Potty!" between awkward, ungainly bounces. His floppy left ear flapped in the wind as he streaked across the open area in front of the cave and entered the surrounding woods. He had no idea where he was going but he spotted a familiar form through the trees and made a beeline toward it. That was how Tam ended up trailing Harlyn to the meeting place where Tavi awaited them.

"Mum!" the little squirt cried when he spotted her, scuttling over and rearing onto his hind legs to paw at her chest and lick at her chin. "Hi!" he chirped brightly, then flopped onto his haunches to gaze up at her, tongue lolling wildly as the June heat caught up with him.