Golden Glade Let's not Shit Ourselves

Tambourine cycled through a whole slew of emotions over the next few minutes. It reassured him when Reek didn't react poorly to his inquiry, despite his poor timing, and gave him an honest answer. But the Alpha's words made his stomach feel suddenly hollow. They had done this, in part, because of him? He swallowed thickly, attention shifting to Moonbrook and guilt clogging his throat when she expressed clear discomfort over the topic. Jhala and Silas seemed tense too, in their silence, and Tambourine bit at his lip as he tried to figure out what to say and do now.

He had further questions. Why hadn't they simply joined the existing pack? Why hadn't they chosen one of the equally suitable territories nearby? Yet Tambourine swallowed again, shaking his head lightly. He threw everyone an apologetic glance—making sure to catch Silas's eye in particular—for ruining their game and then retreated to some far corner of the glade to have a long think.