Icarus might not be of Mountainborne blood, but he was definitely born of the mountains of Spirane. Sure, his parents came to Spirane from wherever they came from. It reminded him to make a mental note of where his father had come from because he was definitely not from these lands. His mis-matched eyes focused on the new woman, even if only one of them was definitively focus, his left eye being dark and clouded. Yet his supposed disadvantage did not phase him in the least. He enjoyed the thrill of the challenge with a smile on his face.

He also didn't expect the wolf he approached to be happy to see a complete stranger. Yet her reaction to his presence only made a grin crease his maw. Icarus was trying to be tough and helpful. Maybe he could even one day be the Armor Wing or Rumblehorn or something once he was bigger! Yes, that was exactly it. He'd have to work his way there, but he certainly could do it! Icarus also wasn't quite so diplomatic or eloquently spoken as his father, but if a dwarf could be trusted by the leaders of the pack, then surely a young wolf could to.

"I'm Icarus," he said with a smile, "They don't mind as long as I don't cause any trouble." His parents might not know exactly where he was, and it certainly wasn't like Tyrion was around on a regular enough basis to even keep track of him. As long as he didn't get into trouble, Icarus figured there was no harm in lingering near the borders. It's not like he was venturing out of the pack yet.