Hushed Willows east of the sun

Day. Day Day Day Day Day.

It was a fitting name for this boy, with sunshine eyes and stormcloud fur. How cute and fascinating and interesting he was, and he likely didn't even know it. Which made him even more interesting, because most of the Consortium had not been at all unaware of themselves or their surroundings. 

The St. Clair followed him through the willows, enraptured in his words and eager to let the boy talk to his heart's content. "It's a beautiful place," he responded, hearing that Day had been born there. "I love the plants. Willows and roses are a fascinating combination." Was it somewhere he could see himself staying? Perhaps, so long as there were wolves like Day around to entertain him. "The Consortium - where I'm from - is beautiful as well."

A soft chuckle escaped the man at the growling of the other male's stomach, and he flicked an ear. "Sounds like we need to hurry up on those rabbits, hm?" he questioned, watching the boy begin to hunt, and did the same. 

His splotched muzzle touched the ground as he sought out a rabbit, veering off from the boy's side from a moment.