Hushed Willows east of the sun

Oh shit! It was hungry, and oh god it was looking right at him. Valiant felt the creature's gaze sweep over his legs, almost as if deciding where to bite first. His tail dropped almost between his legs and gave a nervous little whisk.

"I can get food," he said with deep conviction, taking a quick, hopping step back from the hungry fae. "There's good rabbit hunting here in the foothills. Or — I mean, whatever you're hungry for, I can catch it. Prey things. I'm a good hunter."

He was better, at least, than he'd been the last time he was in the willows. Good enough to feed a hungry fae who didn't even know a boy wolf from a girl wolf, at least. That was comforting because he didn't want to be eaten, and also because — for some stupid reason — he really wanted to impress the fae with his hunting prowess. Maybe it would grant him a wish or tell him a story, or they could just be friends. He could never tell any of his aunts, of course, but it might be a cool story to tell his children one day.

"Tell me what you're hungry for and I'll catch it," he said, forgetting his fears and warming to the idea of earning the beautiful creature's favor. He had heard stories from his aunt and sisters that his grandfather had married a river spirit who had taken the shape of a beautiful shewolf. Maybe this creature could be persuaded to become is wife one day as well.