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

Stark offered Tambourine a smile, looking up at the boy for a moment. "Hmm, and even smaller." Although he'd met the boy once he was about a week old, maybe a little more, it wasn't until later that he was there daily, inserted into his life like he'd been meant to be there. Stark looked to the puppy again before he reached out, giving him a little nudge. "Do you know your name?' He asked curiously - hoping maybe he might have learned that much, just so he would know what to call the little boy.