Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

The little guy—a detail Tambourine detected by scent—did not deign to reply. He just stared at him in silence. For a beat, the older pup returned that gaze, still smiling. Then it slowly slid off his face. He looked around self-consciously again. When his own pale eyes returned to find the pup still staring in his direction, his eyes not quite focused, he felt a chill travel down his spine. He shivered.

"Um..."