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

Before Stark could answer him, the kid began to wail. Tambourine looked at him in bewilderment, wondering what had set him off so abruptly, when he realized he wasn't crying, he was howling. The older pup's lips twitched in amusement at the realization, his one good ear pricking forward (the other remained limp). He felt his own throat rippling sympathetically, though he bit back the howl to avoid drowning out young Eros.

"Nice!" Tambourine declared when Eros was done, giving the smaller boy a clap on the back before more or less moseying away, thoughts of patrolling with Stark having fallen out of his bread head. Instead, the juvenile returned to his happy if pointless meandering about the Keep.