Hushed Willows coral-cold.

one of the smaller boys came, then, looking upset with a frown. cam wasn't sure why. all he knew was that when the 'not' came and was reiterated, he grew quite upset, too. he scowled at the brown-pelted pup, tail beating hard and fast against the ground. great. . .now he was going to wake mummy up. stupid.

is sleeping! cam insisted in a loud whisper, ears flattening against his skull. his eyes flashed to lily's still form, the strange wetness of the fur at her throat. were he lighter-coated, he would have come away and noticed the crimson hue. as it was, it only looked and felt hot—but cooling—and sticky. he wasn't sure what to make of it.

he stared back at atwood after a moment's contemplation, shaking his head. she's sleepy, he continued, though less vehemently than before. the same sort of confusion was beginning to settle in his bones. something terrifying, yawning like the dark mouth of a cave.