Hushed Willows east of the sun

When he watched the other pounce, he began to doubt himself once more. It hunted just like a wolf would, with no special show of magical ability. Just the same easy grace that he'd been admiring the whole time, and the strong lines of its body that Valiant now admitted were only almost feminine; no matter how pretty it was, the creature was still clearly male.

"Of course," Valiant agreed when prompted, lumping both of his answers together an awkward beat after the question had been asked. He sensed that he was being teased once more, but the play on words was lost on him — even though he'd been taught a whole lot about sex and reproduction, it wasn't something he'd thought of or joked about very much. "Here," he added, ducking his front half in an appeasing bow and nudging his own kill toward the fae. He laid his head on the ground, throat to chin, and whisked his tail in idly pleasure at being able to offer up his kill. Then he was popping back to his paws to do a quick circle and dance, too full of vigor to keep still.

"Will you tell me about the Consortium?" he asked as he pounced on smaller rabbit, his childish hind brain suggesting this would be the perfect target to unleash his excess energy.