Hushed Willows east of the sun

Unrelated spotty wolves. That was cool - at least it wasn't his family on their own. It might be interesting to meet other spotted wolves, to know that there actually were others. Maybe it had been one of those that the man he'd killed had spoken of. 

Finally, the boy said his real name. "Valiant," he echoed with a small smile. "Old French was vailant. Be strong is what it means. That's a good name." A smirk crossed his maw, then. "Much better than... what was it... Swan?" A tease, of course, but he thought it was a well-deserved one. 

Valiant spoke again and Alejandro nodded his head. The younger wanted a nap, and for some reason, the older had decided to stick around. "I won't be going far or anything," he assured, feeling a bit sheepish. "If you want to meet up again, just... call." And with that, he'd turn and leave, for some strange reason looking forward to seeing the boy again.

Ale's exit