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

It was less Duskvale itself and more Warbone - if the male would encroach in their pack and then make threats against him personally, Stark would view the male as vindictive enough to possibly hurt Tambourine. It was safer that way, he felt, than risking his boy for a petty feud that had no real cause. Stark licked his lips, snout twitching a bit as he listened to the boy. "Well, most, yeah, some are more fluid but it's not always the same." Some packs had different territories - some settled on the mountains and that served as their territory enough. It was hard to ignore their borders then. "Biggest thing is for you to be comfortable. Don't let anyone push you to anything you aren't ready for - which can include going into their packs territories." 

It was so insane to consider a few short months ago that Tambourine was so big already. He offered him a little smile, somehow that little puppy with both his ears flopping just as much as he flopped over his feet seemed so far away. "Pretty soon you'll have more of the Wilds mapped than me." He said with a little laugh, but it wasn't unwelcome. Tambourine seemed really interested in scouting - even if not necessarily the work involved.