Hushed Willows east of the sun

Such a messy eater, this boy was. The poor little rabbit's fur was torn off, and Alejandro huffed out a quiet laugh. Childish, playing with his food. It was rather cute. But then, this wolf was cute as a general rule. Objectively, of course, because Ale was sure he was not putting too much meaning behind it. 

Apparently, his home had been peaceful, with children and accompanying mothers. But the way he broke off there led Ale to believe that that was not the full story there. He wondered what might've befallen the tranquil land. 

A small smirk crossed his maw when Day found it in him to answer his question, and he waited a moment before he tilted his head and responded. "That's kind of you to say, but... it doesn't seem real?" he asked, seeking out eye contact with the younger male as he tried to decipher that sentence. "And what if I wasn't real? What then?" It was a simple question - Alejandro, of course, knew he was real, but did Day? He'd have to wait and see.