Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

Her reaction was to cling tightly to him, tears and something thicker and stickier dripping all over him. Tambourine didn't mind. "Oooh," he said, in fact, reaching up to swipe at his nose only for a thick rope of Tavi's snot to stretch between his muzzle and paw like melted cheese on a pizza. "'Ook, mum!" he said, oblivious to her breathy sobs of relief, as well as Harlyn and Mordecai gathering their wits nearby.

Though his neck still ached and there was a decided tension in the air, the puppy did not acknowledge any of it. He put his little foot on the ground and chuffed in delight when a bunch of dirt and grass stuck to his toes, the phlegm acting like glue. "Mum!" Tambourine shouted again, although he didn't even look up at her. Now giggling, he flopped to the ground to roll the rest of his damp, gooey fur in the dirt to hopefully cover himself in it.