Broken Antler Fen Enough to go around

Not only did Jasper accept his offer, he kindly returned it. Tambourine pondered the idea of searching for the remnants of Marauder's Keep. But he truly couldn't remember the location, nor anything about the territory aside from The Crook. It would be neat to revisit the cave someday, though he didn't feel particularly attached to the idea. And there was nowhere else he'd gone that merited a nostalgic visit.

No, his clearest memories had to do with other wolves, not the places they'd spent time together. And as far as he knew, they were long gone, never to be seen or heard from again. He would always recall them fondly, though their features dimmed over time to the point where he could barely even remember the color of Stark's eyes, the sound of Banner's voice or what Silas smelled like. He couldn't remember his own mother at all and though he knew Reek had sired him, he'd really only known the man briefly.

Tambourine shook his head. "Nah, my family's right here," he said with a little smile. "When were you thinking of going?"