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

He had totally forgotten to tell Stark about Warbone upon first returning to Marauder's Keep. Tambourine had no idea why he suddenly remembered. He was just walking along, admiring the way the fading light of dusk fell through the willow branches overhead, when it hit him. He immediately turned on a dime, running on great thumping paws in the direction of The Crook. When he didn't find the Alpha male there, he searched out his scent and tracked it to a nearby stockpile.

"Hey!" he called out to his foster father, eyes bright and tail waving. He rushed right up to Stark, bumping shoulders and fondly lapping at his grizzled black chin. "I forgot to tell you something! When I was out exploring, I ran into a pretty wolf named Saena. She said that Warbone was her partner and that they lived in a place called Duskvale. She showed me. It's in the mountains, um... that way, I think," Tambourine guessed, gray muzzle pointing in a (slightly incorrect) southeastern direction.