Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

He found it interesting, these different words: tribe rather than pack, Dezba synonymous with warrior. He opened his mouth to ask a question, though Simatra unwittingly cut across him. He forgot all about inquiring about her culture when she asked about the Keep. Tambourine's tail stirred as he thought of home. Perhaps he should have felt a pang, missed the willows and the wolves he hadn't seen in days, but he was not afflicted as such. Nonetheless, he called them up with utmost fondness.

"We live in a willow forest near the bottom of a mountain, back that way," the juvenile said, motioning to the range at his back. "It's great!" he went on enthusiastically, pale eyes gleaming like chips of ice melting in the sunlight. "Stark—he's like my dad—runs it, along with Banner. They're awesome. You should come visit sometime," Tambourine declared, despite barely knowing her.