Hushed Willows coral-cold.

the other boy scolds him, and momentarily atwood is silent, his little ears laying flat. he doesn't know how to argue the point, so he abandons it, instead examining lily's body closer. he'd seen that vibrant red slash but, strangely, she is not shocking-red. her fur is too dark, though he doesn't know that. "sleepy," he repeats, mostly to appease cam as he scoots closer, reaching out to gingerly nose where the red should be. 

unlike cam, atwood is mostly beigey, and when he pulls back, the sticky stuff leaves dirty redbrown smears across his face and feet. his face crinkles unhappily -- it smells so, so strong -- does his mother have this stuff too? "mine not sleeping,"  he murmurs, withdrawing to steal a look at ariel's unnatural form, blocked by the adults. looking back at cam, he says, "not... not gon' wake up."