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

Although Tambourine made no reply to Stark's words, he considered them in silence. He really didn't know many wolves outside the Keep. He'd met a handful of them—most recently including Saena, Simatra and Armand—but he had no idea if he'd ever see any of them again. And though he'd liked each of them in their own way, he wasn't sure he would necessarily use the word "trust," which was saying something considering how ingenuous he tended to be sometimes. Especially when it came to Amara's pups, Tambourine would never want to take risks.

It didn't even occur to Tambourine to point out that he didn't actually share blood with Stark or Banner. He just grinned, happy to have something on common with his beloved leaders. His ears fanned backward at the reminder and he promised, "I'll say something next time, I swear." He paused and couldn't help but wonder, "But who would attack me?"

As for Warbone, the Xi had nothing much left to say about him. He hoped Stark was right, though, and that Saena would discover the truth sooner than later. Maybe she might even come here to the Keep to live with them. Tambourine certainly wouldn't mind that. He thought of her now, picturing her pale face with those striking markings beneath her bright eyes. It really was too bad that she would choose someone as grossly one-eyed and two-faced as Warbone.