Witch's Marsh prorsus

Sounds perfec! ^__^

Germanicus Julius Caesar... a quintessentially regal name, to Ico more suited for a commander than a soldier. After all, the quick hunter's first words to Ico had in fact possessed an element of command, albeit lightly so; and Germanicus was not being ordered by anyone in his current life, at least not that Ico could detect. Yes... he suited the name perfectly.

Being eternally bound to a family... knowing each other... expanding that family... these concepts would normally make Ico smile with delight, but his heart sunk instead of soared, for he knew he'd never have these things. For he was Ico. Simply Ico. He belonged to a pack, yes, but no family; and the concept of taking a mate and creating a family of his own was... crikey, it was not even a concept he knew how to consider.

Realising he'd been gazing up at Germanicus through all of this, he blinked away quickly. His nose twitched at the sweet-and-sharp scent of vibrant fruits.

Those things sound lovely, he replied at last to the talk of kinship. I can understand the power of a surname.