Hushed Willows from one fairy to another

Dante was beginning to think that perhaps this decision he had made had been a good one. Despite the boy's naturally tendency to flee from committing to huge decisions, his pledge to the silver wisp felt like a decision that had already been made the moment he had gazed upon her. That wasn't to say he hadn't had his doubts, no, the boy had definitely had a moment of post-decison anxiety, but he could easily say now that it was momentary nerves. The territory was absolutely stunning, and he felt endlessly grateful and lucky to be able to call it a safe-haven for the time being. Lumiya had given him a nice, quick tour of the land, but he was still searching out its little secrets day after day, and Dante was also yet to meet any of Lumiya's companions. 

At the moment, the boy could be found with his nose pressed to the ground at the base of a willow, nudging lightly at its roots in seach of small creatures. Dante was a bit clumsy and never fancied himself a master of hunting small game (they were always ust a bit too quick, a bit too agile for him), but he was quite fond of seeking them out, observing them and their curious lives. He was pretty sure he had caught on to the den of some fuzzy being and had been lightly prodding around the area for several minutes. It was then that the yearling's nose was flooded with a new scent, one that quickly pulled his attention from his little mission. The boy lifted his head and his ear swiveled forward on his head, straining to pick up the sound of pawsteps. "'lo?" Dante called softly, his nose twitching a bit more as he picked out the smell of the new wolf, earthy and soothing, feminine for sure. His curiosity peaked as he awaited a response.