Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

Both of them seemed quite concerned about his lip. Tambourine wondered what it looked like and went a little cross-eyed in his attempt to see it. Of course, that didn't work. His blueish gaze flicked back up to the pair of worried faces and he smiled, teeth stained pink.

"I fell and I think one of my tooths went through it," he answered Harlyn, then turned to Silas. It did sting a bit but he felt a need both to impress the older boy and allay his concern. "Nah, it's not that bad," he said with a shrug. "Does it look super gross?" Tambourine had to know. His tone was slightly hopeful.

Before either of them could react, something warm and wet plopped on top of his head. The pup jumped in surprise, then looked upward and took a second dollop right to the eye. He scrubbed at his face and tumbled backward, landing on his ass and sending a squint-eyed look upward. A mourning dove cooed innocently, shuffling along a willow branch before taking wing.

"...did it poop on me? In my eyeball?" He sounded one part horrified, four parts tickled pink, and began to laugh loudly.