Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

A stranger's voice pierced the silence and immediately, the silver boy turned around, muscles tense beneath his sterling coat. His ears folded instinctively against his skull as his muzzle wrinkled into a snarl and his hackles bristled. When the pale wolf showed no aggression, however, Nico relaxed and observed the male curiously. He was an albino, but not a full one, as his nose was black as well as the markings around his eye, but his eyes were a remarkable crimson. "You have pretty eyes," he observed out loud, a roguish smile playing at his lips as he dipped his head in greeting to the newcomer. While he didn't mind silence, he definitely didn't mind a pretty boy around. He didn't voice that thought out loud, though a glint entered his green gaze.

"Because it's fun," he answered the albino's question with ease, his smile widening. "And it's been a long time since I'm free from the troubles that plague me, so, yeah," Nico lifted a shoulder in a shrug.