Noctisardor Bypass now i'm wandering around, wandering without a clue

Roaming through these wilds was such a blast from the past! He had popped in a time or two since his childhood days, though Larkspur had never allowed them to stay anywhere for very long. Free of her now, he took the time to linger and marvel as memories slowly bubbled to the surface like a simmering pot of tomato soup. Stark, he thought with a twist of his lips, and Banner! He still didn't have the first clue what had ever become of them. Oh, and Silas... He remembered the two of them as young boys, declaring themselves best friends. Where was he now? He hadn't thought about them in years but Tambourine would never forget Marauder's Keep, specifically The Crook; his brief stay with Reek's pack; losing his toes; that damn bear...

After he'd left and come back the first time—before reuniting with his childhood "friend"—he remembered bumping into a beautiful girl, whose name he couldn't even remember. He did remember regaling her with the tales of his travels. And he'd thought he was a globetrotter then, a thought which made him laugh now. He tried to think of her name. Pretty sure it started with an "R," Tambourine mused as he moseyed. Eventually, he shook his head and moved further along memory lane. This was where he had conceived Ukelele with Poughkeepsie... well, not far from here, anyway. He stopped to ponder his surroundings, gauge whether anything was particularly familiar.

He knew, without a doubt, that this was the Teekon Wilds, though nothing in particular stood out to him just yet. He kept plodding along. He wondered if Lele or Harps had ever spent any time here. He knew his eldest daughter had been with him on one of his visits before Spur had swept them elsewhere. But what about his younger child? Tambourine's tail went rigid behind him as he stumbled over a tree root, stopping him from falling on his face. He doubted he would find Harps in this little corner of the world, though he supposed he could always ask around.

Eventually, he came closer to the landmark which had triggered his recognition: the bypass. And for the first time in days, Tambourine wasn't alone. Although he hadn't been a proper part of a pack in years, he minded his manners as he trotted closer and called out, "Hey!" As the word left his mouth, he realized something: without Spur constantly swatting his ass to get a move on, he could actually entertain the thought of settling down somewhere.