Silver Creek Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'

*drops a random Tam on your head*

He had returned to the glade empty-handed after his foray to the east, curling up beside Silas with a sigh, glad for his companion's warmth. Tambourine rested after his brief but taxing trip, though only a few days passed before he felt the itch rise within him again. This time, he bade the glade goodbye and headed in the opposite direction. The ice made things a little treacherous, especially with his compromised balance, but he managed.

Tambourine found himself in yet another forest, walking beside a frozen stream. The instant a pack's scent struck his cold nose, he stopped. For good measure, he backed up several paces. He didn't want to trespass. Planting his misshapen feet, he tipped his snout into the air and sniffed. There were several wolves living nearby, though none of the scents struck him as familiar.

Unaware of the new Alpha male patrolling the borders nearby, the youth squeezed his eyes shut and howled. The chances of these strangers knowing anything about Stark's whereabouts was pretty much nil, yet Tambourine was nothing if not hopeful. Sure, he had lost his father figure, his home and some of his toes in one fell swoop. But it simply wasn't in his nature to give up or let life get him down otherwise.