Broken Antler Fen and every day is getting straighter,

The party of one became a party of three in a heartbeat. The more, the merrier! Tambourine thought cheerfully as he came to a stop and turned to regard his grayscale fellow. Whereas he himself had a floppy ear and missing toes, his apparent brother from another mother had crooked features and an abbreviated tail. Tambourine woofed and wagged his tail hard, glad to come across two pack mates at once.

He thought of Wraen's description of her entourage, wondering who was who. Then Arcturus solved part of that mystery by offering his name. Solemn and contemplative, indeed, mused Tambourine, having noted a sort of melancholic look in his eye. He's royalty! he also remembered, silver eyes widening a fraction as he dipped his head.

"Nice to meet you both! I'm Tambourine, Tam for short," he introduced slightly breathlessly, gaze then shifting to their third comrade. He had inquired about a Blackthorn, which meant he probably wasn't one of the two Wraen had mentioned (besides Eljay, who he'd met). Was this Khali then? He managed to straighten both ears as he waited to find out.