Bearclaw Valley One year later...

He watched, red eyes glittering with barely concealed amusement as a shy smile adorned the dark female's features and a red tinge tinted her cheeks. The ghost bowed his head, hiding the smirk that threatened to cover the entirety of his pale face. Icarus lifted his head up, however, when she thanked him for his compliment. There was a look of careful hesitance on his face, but a small smile touched his lips, "Are you sure?" Ica asked, his voice almost pleading to be told that he was indeed going to be alright as a friend and a...normal wolf because deep inside, the ghost knew that the assassin inside him was still living there, emotionless, and ready to strike back at any moment. He was a wild card, at best.

"I don't think I can ever join a pack," was Icarus's honest answer. "I've never really been in a pack before. I know nothing of how they work, what the hierachy is. I'm afraid....I know nothing." He flushed in embarassment and turned his head away, unwilling to meet the nice girl's eyes at his moment of complete humiliation. "I don't know what to do with my life anymore, Valette," Ica exhaled softly, red eyes meeting her evenly, a flash of fear flitting over his crimson orbs. "I can't fit in anymore. Not with me..being me."