Golden Glade the walls you hide behind

He hadn't contributed in any way to settling the territory as theirs. It wasn't just that the whole thing made him uncomfortable—which it did, more with each passing day—but Tambourine was still adjusting to life sans his toes, not to mention Stark and the rest of the marauders. Weeks had passed and yet the youth felt like it was only yesterday that he'd discovered the pack's abrupt disappearance. As the weather grew warmer, he felt an itch beneath his skin, urging him to get out there and find Stark's trail, somehow. He knew it was improbable, maybe even impossible, that he should ever find the answers he sought. But, damn it, Tambourine wanted to give it his best shot. He owed Stark that much.

But if Silas didn't want to come with him, Tambourine wasn't sure he could go. He was hard-pressed to separate from his best—and perhaps only—friend in the entire world, not to mention the fact that Tambourine wasn't sure he could survive entirely on his own. He supposed that if Silas refused to accompany him, he would at least ask the other boy about considering another pack. He wasn't sure he could stomach staying here in the glade; there were too many negative associations here. And he knew of at least two promising offers from other packs. Heston's and Charon's words still echoed dully in his head.

He went looking for his closest companion today, moving inward from where he stayed on the glade's outskirts. But instead of finding Silas, he crossed paths with one of Reek's and Jhala's boys, the darker one. Tambourine managed a sort of careworn smile for the pup, slowing down to a stop to say, "Hello," even if he had important business elsewhere.