Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

Silently, the pale assassin followed the soldier down the hill with equal gracefulness and he watched curiously as the greyscale man breathed in the air and smiled as if this was...heaven or something. Icarus had never seen something like that before, and he was curious as to why the guy did something like that. "What's your name?" he blurted out, "Do you live in a pack?" he looked away, realising he might've been rude, "I'm Icarus," he introduced himself, hoping to reduce the awkwardness and rudeness.

With a nod, the assassin accepted Nico's invitation to explore, his red eyes sweeping the perimeter coolly, quietly observing his surroundings.