Hushed Willows It Play TIME!!!!!!!!

The growing pup was attempting to perfect the art of peeing with his leg hiked in the air. With the squatting Tavi out of the picture (hopefully only temporarily), Stark took up the post as Tambourine's primary urinary role model. And the Alpha always stood on three legs, lifted the fourth into the air and pissed on something: a rock, a bush, a tree or whatever else he felt like watering at that moment. The pack's youngest member aspired to be like his father figure but was having trouble balancing on his suddenly long, spindly legs. More than once, he piddled all over himself. It made him stink. Not that Tambourine cared.

At the precise moment in time when some dark pack mate went looking for him, Tambourine tried to lift his left hind leg rather than the right one as he'd been doing all along. He ended up tipping sideways, then lurching forward and overbalancing onto the stump he was attempting to mark. All of a sudden, he was straddling it. He arched his belly away from it, instinctively avoiding the splintery wood, but then some strange instinct seized the boy and caused him to start gyrating his hips to achieve friction between the moss-covered wood and the area between his legs.

If and when Rhodes found Tambourine, he would be going to town on the poor stump.