Hushed Willows Digging for windows

Tambourine was still young and not the most intuitive but he was not the ignorantly blithe infant of yore. He sensed the disapproval coming from both wolves. He didn't understand it but assumed it might have something to do with his volume; he knew his noisiness and enthusiasm could be off-putting for some. The pup's ears fell a little in a silent apology, his gaze flicking to the Gamma tried to explain that he was here for Larkspur.

Once the adult finished, the boy looked back to the girl in question. She hadn't seemed to recognize him at first but now there was recognition in her crystal blue eyes, right along with that aforementioned disapproval. Tambourine shifted his paws and said much more softly, "What happened to you, Larkspur? Where did you go?" Unaware of how sensitive his questions might be, he stared at her with genuine concern. He wanted to help her too!