Moonspear He's never going home

Neither Wraen nor her bearlike pack mate seemed particularly concerned. In fact, their reactions were reassuring. Evidently this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. These kind words did make Tambourine feel slightly better, though there was still a part of him that felt deeply embarrassed about making such a stupid mistake, especially right in front of Wraen. Furthermore, he had clearly caused her worry, which made him feel even worse.

And she wasn't the only one. A commandeering figure appeared at the borders, barking for an explanation. Tambourine cringed inwardly, though this reaction was partially offset because he realized he recognized the latecomer. His mouth opened to say something but he appeared to be addressing his pack mates rather than Tambourine. While they answered him, the yearling tried to place his face.

Floki! he thought. It had gone silent again and now was the time to speak up for himself, though Tambourine's brain replayed the last few words and realized Wraen had mentioned a date. "Did y—whaaa?" was the result of said realization. His cheeks immediately heated as he realized how dumb he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried to get his head screwed on straight.

"I'm sorry for causing a disturbance. I—what she said," Tambourine said, nodding at Wraen and shooting her a bit of a starry-eyed look. "I'm glad you're not really a bear," he said sheepishly to Bernard before turning toward Charon and rephrasing the question he hadn't quite gotten out a moment ago. "Did you ever find Floki?" He wondered if the other wolf remembered their brief encounter.