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

Stark gave a nod when Tambourine agreed to tell someone - and really that was all he wanted, all he needed. "We can even head out together sometimes, if you wanted." He offered, trying not to be that dad and control Tambourine's every move. Stark's lips twitched, for a moment having a hard time deciding how to say that a lot of wolves would take advantage of the fact that Tam was younger and inexperienced. "Not everyone is kind. There are wolves that maim for fun." He thought for a moment of the scarring beneath his fur, sometimes the spot on his chest still bothered him. With the temperatures dipping it was more bothersome. 

"Y'know there are lots more things to exploring - scouts do a lot. Tracking, sending messages, recruiting for the pack. It's a very important job." Stark explained, wondering if Tambourine would take to scouting more than he had being a mercenary. "Sometimes we have wolves that act as spys, getting information on other packs or wolves...." He didn't necessarily see Tambourine as one to be much of a spy, necessarily, though.