Hushed Willows It's a good life, that's what I'm told

Tambourine was meandering through the Keep, with no particular purpose or direction in mind. He thought about finding Stark and doing a patrol with him. Honestly, though, the boy had grown terribly bored of them. They had talked about the possibility of him becoming a missionary (or something like that...) but Tambourine didn't think he was much interested in guardianship. Evidently there was a whole bunch of trades, though, and hopefully something else would strike his interest.

But he wasn't really that worried about it—surprise, surprise! He sashayed through the willows, unintentionally crossing paths with his father figure and what turned out to be a third puppy at Amara's den. Tambourine barked a greeting to both, his eyes lingering on the younger boy and widening slightly as he took in the white mask on his face. It almost looked like he'd face-planted into some white paint. Or maybe a bird had shat in his eye? The Xi could totally empathize with that.