Lost Creek Hollow venustas

Ico felt warmed by the hunter's praise, but managed to internally talk it down anyway — the boy had been trying to hunt since childhood, and had only now made strides. He could hardly call that quick. But if Germanicus said so, there must have been some truth to it. Ico had never met anyone so crystalline in their honesty.

Quite - quite well, thank you, Ico responded softly, sitting down neatly while the larger male paced. His ivory ears flattened slightly, and there was evident hesitation in his tone. Though things are a little... tumultuous at Ursus, as usual. There is much I don't understand.