Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

The corner of his lip quirked upwards in an amused grin when Icarus blurted out several questions, and then introduced himself. "Nico," he offered in return, not feeling the need to give out his alias with this man, "Yeah, I'm from a pack called Royal Fire Court," he cocked his head, eyeing the assassin curiously, "it's a nice place in the Hinterlands, beautiful, as well, and the wolves there are nice. You'll be able to develop whatever skills you have there." Nico blinked, "Would you like to join?"

All thoughts of exploring the woodland vanished as he wondered if he'd come across someone who was both worth recruiting, and wanted to be recruited. Because god knows the Court needed more members, and Icarus seemed like a good wolf.