Stone Circle the winds of winter

the sound of a voice drew willow's attention immediately, and he sat up, looking to be off-balance for a moment as he swayed forward. when he got a good look at the approaching person he saw it was a boy; not just a boy, though, but the prettiest looking boy he'd probably ever seen? their fur was warm, but also it had a buoyancy to it that willow had never seen upon anyone before.

ah, yes, i am, he answered awkwardly as he got to his feet, clearing his throat and then shaking the grass out of his furs; some of the grass had stained his rear-end where he'd been sprawled, but he did not see it.

my name is willow.