Hushed Willows but there's nowhere to go

Stark winced as Tambourine didn't manage to lower the decibel level of his cries, the puppy not even waiting for him to answer the questions he'd screeched before taking off and bellowing repeatedly. Stark gave a very adult huff as he tore off after the puppy, quickly stepping up beside him. "Tambourine," He repeated the puppy's name, putting a careful paw in front of the boy to deter him. "Quiet, remember?" He asked, blue eyes meeting the puppy's gaze. It still seemed to transition, sometimes he saw the blue, sometimes he saw hints of other shades. He wondered how the boy's eyes would turn out - he wondered a lot about how things would turn out too. 

"If you're good, we'll go for a special walk okay? Maybe even somewhere out of the pack. Maybe Banner will want to go too." He offered. "But we've got to be good and be helpful. Right now I think Silas might like a bit of company, but, quiet company. You can do that, right?" He asked, hoping that the boy might be be able to just tone it down a bit so that Silas wasn't utterly overwhelmed. Either way it seemed like he'd be torn between the two - either he catered to Tambourine and neglected Silas' state or he focused on Silas and neglected Tambourine's. The only positive of that situation was Tam was highly unlikely to actually hold a grudge after all. 

"Let's go see if Silas wants to talk." He suggested, giving a little nudge to Tambourine's shoulder before slowly heading back towards the older puppy.