Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

The other two didn't seem to be nearly as amused about the situation as Tambourine felt. "What?" he said in reply to the look on Harlyn's and Silas's face. "It's funny!" he exclaimed with a toothy smile before crooking his right foreleg and swiping it across his eye. This just smeared the white mess across his cheekbone, the gunk making his fur wet and sticky.

Silas mentioned washing it and Tambourine nodded. His face did feel really tacky. "Wanna wash it for me?" he asked brightly, glancing between mother and son, his smile cheeky now. "I'll go clean my eyeball and my lip," he announced a beat later. "Then I'm gonna find some food! Then I'm gonna keep lookin' for mum!" he added before tacking on a quick, "Bye guys!" and skittering away through the Keep.