Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

Luckily, Tambourine did not get stomped to death. He was only unconscious for a moment or two before the noises above him roused him again. "Muh?" he said blearily, squinting up at the underside of Tavi's chin. He tried to sit up and felt dizzy. He ignored it, as well as the stinging and aching of his throat, as he blinked his wide blue eyes at the dramatic scene unfolding around him.

His head snapped to the side—much to the protest of the torn flesh on the side of his neck—when Pippin shouted and then fled. His eyes then skipped to Harlyn as the injured she-wolf sank to the ground with a broken moan. Usually so happy and carefree, the little boy frowned, then gazed up at his tearful mother.

"Tam goo' pup?" he repeated Harlyn's earlier words, unaware of just how much havoc he had wreaked today. "Mum?"