Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

He squinted. "It is pretty gross.." Silas confirmed with his eyes still on Tambourine's lip in furthering inspection. Maybe not the grossest thing he'd seen, but concerning enough. He wouldn't want that to be his own face..

But before this trail of thought continued, poop happened and Silas' ears were flat against his head. He didn't realize what had happened instantly, aside from the typical of Tambourine making noise, but when it clicked into place, he kind of just wanted removed from the situation and not have to deal with it now that it had a cherry of bird feces on top now. He shot his mom a quick look and then worriedly eyed Tambourine's laughter. "Now it's more gross," he murmured with a scrunched face at the younger cub. Between blood and dove poop, he was a mess. "Are you gonna wash it? If it's in your eye.. that might not be very good to just let it be," he warned kind of hesitantly because he was just guessing. Shit in your eye just sounded like bad news and Tambourine was awfully nonchalant about a hole in his lip, Silas didn't expect him to.. fully realize how gross it could be. Of course, some blinking and watery eyes would probably do the trick but if the roles were reversed and Silas was in his situation, he'd probably want to just dunk his whole head at this point.