But Forever Said, Tomorrow

Well, she certainly hadn't been expecting his response, that much was clear. When she understood him, her posture immediately dropped into that of someone who was ashamed, and his head inclined to show all was forgiven and acceptable. It was fine that there was a miscommunication there; he suspected this interaction would be full of it. Either way, she introduced herself - something he understood, because every other wolf had greeted him in such a way. "Buongiorno," he greeted, an amused smile appearing on his face. "Mi chiamo Vittore Scarlatti." He chuckled, knowing that she would likely puzzle out the meaning of her words, much like he did with hers. He turned back to the gorgeous, icy land, inclining his head towards it. "Bellissima, sì?" His tone conveyed much of what his words meant, the appreciation and awe in his eyes for the land clear. Ahh, this land was so gorgeous, though the icy cut of the wind drove him to be glad that this is not where he lived. He'd not want to live in this place, though he could always appreciate the beauty in it.