Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

The boys were well-behaved, keeping mostly to themselves. Under different circumstances, Tambourine would have engaged with them a bit more, perhaps played a game of some sort to keep them distracted and entertained. But between his mutilated toes and heavy heart, he couldn't bring himself to do much more than keep an eye on them and flash them the occasional brief and reassuring smile.

When a howl soared overhead, Tambourine tipped his head. It sounded like Reek, Jhala and the rest of the gang had triumphed. This land belonged to them now. He wasn't really sure what he thought of any of it. Mostly, he was too caught up in the past and mourning Stark, Banner and the Keep to think about what was happening here and now. He was concerned about Silas's well-being but with the victorious call, there was no reason to think anything had happened to the other boy.

He contributed a short yip to the chorus, then fell silent. He padded closer to his two young charges, leaving them only when Jhala appeared to collect Astik and Tapat. Tambourine stepped aside, glancing around for any sign of Silas in particular, then joined his new Alphas and their family as they sought shelter within the recently vacated and rapidly reclaimed Golden Glade.