Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

Tambourine's head tilted at the nervous stuttering and his lips parted to say something when the she-wolf turned tail and ran. "Wait—" he called ineffectually at her back, before slowly turning to face Kavos. He expected the smaller pup to look just as baffled but the little dude just looked smug. Tambourine's head tilted even further, though after a beat of silence, he simply shrugged.

"Your mom's kinda strange," he said, giving Kavos a crooked grin to show he meant no offense. He thought briefly of his own mother. Tambourine had loved her so much but now he could barely remember anything about her. "You don't bother me at all," he said after a brief pause, just in case Kavos had heard Amara's question and thought there might be truth to it. "I think you're pretty cool." To prove his point, he plopped down beside the littler boy and slung a foreleg companionably about his shoulders.

"I wish you could talk, though," Tambourine confessed, looking down into Kavos's face with a fond sparkle in his gray-blue eyes.