Hushed Willows There'll be no more monsters made here!

He regarded his boy for a moment, acutely aware that in the coming months he'd stop being a boy at all. The question echoed to Warbone's rule, reminders of how secretive the male had been when he had formed the pack and selected the lands. While Stark had come to love the willows he knew he wouldn't leave - to do so would mean abandoning Octavia too. "Not unless you trust them, and, you are with them constantly. We don't leave outsiders alone in our lands." Stark explained. "If you don't know the person, no - I'd rather they not be around especially with the little ones running about now." Stark knew that Tambourine was familiar with at least one of the pups, even if Amara had her own reservations about the boy. 

Stark had been upset - after how he'd seen the pack react to the Ostregas missing he knew Tambourine knew better. It didn't change things, though, and the boy had been gone for quite some time but he had come home. He was safe, in one piece, and it didn't seem like he'd come home any worse for the wear. "I'm a scout - Banner too. It's basically in your blood," Stark quipped. "Scouting, exploring, it's a healthy thing - but you've got to let people know. Especially now. When it gets colder, people get more prickly...more prone to attacking others, and I don't want to see that happen to you." 

Stark was aware that he couldn't cage Tambourine up forever, it had been what Octavia wanted, and he hadn't agreed with it then and still didn't. He just wanted the boy to be smart about it, hell, he'd be happy to take him out and show him around himself if that was what Tam wanted. He swallowed back a grin when Tambourine mentioned that Saena was too pretty for someone like Warbone. "She'll probably see how he is eventually. He must be charismatic enough, but it's hard being a charmer all the time." And wouldn't Stark know it?