Hushed Willows to find you do no wrong

Cortez. He practically purred the name back to the male. It was a dashing name, so unique and unfamiliar compared to the names he was used to. He thought on all the beauty around him as they moseyed about the land in silence for some time. Occasionally he would softly ooo or ahh at the sight of a particularly stunning tree or remarkable patch of flowers. There was no denying he had been charmed by the land. Charmed enough to almost miss the question that was presented to him.

Salmon Run. A quaint little place rather south of here. I'd be surprised if you had heard of us and surely I'd remember you if you stopped by. A songbird like laugh escaped him. Was that too forward of him to say? It was merely the truth and Saint did not — could not — lie.