Hushed Willows east of the sun

"It is," Valiant agreed wholeheartedly, but all he could see when he looked up from the trail was Alejandro. He directed his gaze back toward the ground, trying his best not to become too distracted even as he eagerly absorbed this new information. The Consortium, he mouthed to himself, not quite sure what to think of the name. It didn't sound like the sort of place a faerie might live, but he was interested all the same in learning more about the other.

Hunting rabbits was a trifle; it seemed to take a lot longer than usual, just because he had other things warring for his attention, but he was as proficient as usual at tracking down his prey and snapping it up in his jaws. He gave it a few violent shakes to scare the life out of it, and then sat quietly to observe the hunting fae — who had balls.

Valiant stared, feeling frozen and tongue-tied in his surprise.