Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Tavi didn't pay him much attention, though that did absolutely nothing to dampen the boy's high spirits. "Potty! Potty!" the little party animal shouted at anyone who looked his way (and several wolves who didn't). "'S a potty!" He only shut his trap and paid attention when everyone began congregating around his mother again and she addressed the crowd even while scattering a bunch of playthings around him like some sort of offering.

"Mine!" Tambourine cried happily, springing upon the nearest tidbit, grasping it in his mouth and swinging it around like a little madman. He grinned and laughed around the object in his mouth, running up to various pack mates as if inciting them to play but growling savagely (yet playfully!) if they dared tried to wrest his prize from him.

Eventually, he scooted away from the gathered crowd, tossed his head a few more times, then dropped his trophy and began to dig. He would stash it, then come back for it later... or, more likely, Tambourine would forget about it entirely when he found something newer and shinier to capture his attention. He was only a wee boy, after all.