Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

He was old enough to roam the pack territory, though not without an accompanying adult. Tambourine didn't have any qualms with this arrangement, just like he didn't intend to break any rules when he watched Harlyn leave and immediately gamboled after her. Nobody called him back and, really, he thought nothing of it. He chased after her, a chubby little shadow, never quite able to catch up but enjoying the pursuit nonetheless.

She (unwittingly) led him much further than Tavi had ever taken him before and he fell back, distracted by all the sights and smells. It was only when he heard the sounds of an altercation that he jerked to attention, realizing he had lost sight of Harlyn. With a rowdy bark, the flop-eared puppy darted into the trees, heading toward the noise, and arrived on the scene just in time to look down at a crumpled and unconscious Harlyn.

Tambourine immediately skittered closer, nose to the ground, sniffing at the blood pooling around her mangled leg. Abruptly, his mouth filled with saliva. And before he knew it, he was chomping on her mauled limb, small, needle-like teeth digging into her broken flesh and tearing off a chunk, which he greedily swallowed before diving in for another.