Chimera Fields Everything is colorful, it's vivid now, it's wonderful.

The thought that someone could find a fallen star was incredible! Willow wasn't sure if it was meant as a joke or as a serious suggestion, but his eyes began to trail after the bright lights in a more fixed manner after that, as if he could estimate the distance, the travel time, and the general whereabouts that he might find the treasure at the end of the plummet.
It was childish — which was appropriate for Willow, who had always upheld a certain innocence in that regard.

The stranger introduced themselves and Willow's attention shifted back to them, for the most part, although his eyes continued to flit from star to star as the show continued overhead.
Willow. I'm from... everywhere, I guess. Haven't been around here for long, though. He could've mentioned being a Frostfur as if that meant something in this wilderness, or named his birth pack (the Frosthawks); but it didn't occur to him. When was the last time he'd been home, anyway? Must've been years.

What kind of place is -- Moontide, was it? He knew to be polite, at any rate.