Hushed Willows There'll be no more monsters made here!

Stark didn't seem to mind his preference. Tambourine let out a quiet breath of relief, then listened closely as his foster father warned him about the packs to the north. He mentioned Duskvale by name and the Xi briefly recollected his conversation with Saena. She had seemed perplexed by the notion that they would become enemies, yet clearly Stark saw them as a threat. Tambourine's lips pursed. As much as he liked her, he would of course do whatever Stark asked of him. Plus, he knew better than to enter another pack's territory.

"Don't most packs mark their territory like we do?" he queried, head canting as it often did. "I won't go into another pack's lands," he added reassuringly. "I don't think I would even if they invited me," he thought aloud, speaking honestly and from the heart. He gave Stark's face an introspective glance. "It would just be weird." Just like he wasn't likely to ever invite an outsider into the Keep, even if he did trust them. Even though he was as friendly and welcoming as they came, some things—like a pack's innermost territories—were sacred, although this conclusion was more of an instinctive feeling than a conscious thought for young Tambourine.