With the greeting that was given back being uttered in his native Italian, Ibycus was brought up short with some surprise showing in his eyes. He had always figured that there would be others that knew Italian, but he had thought it would be a long while before he would come across someone that could speak the language of his native lands. Ibycus glanced at the female and could see some nervousness in her eyes He could understand her predicament, a stranger suddenly approaching out of the shadows of the trees. They would have no idea if he was friend or foe and he stayed where he was, hopefully not to close to cause to much alarm.
A smile formed on his muzzle and his ears perked forward as much as they would go given their floppiness. Signore Amico, Il mio nome è Ibycus He replied with a wag in his tail. Sono da Bolzano he continued with answering the queries hoping that it would help them decide that he was not a foe and put them at ease.
It had been since he had left his homeland months ago that he had actually had a conversation with someone in Italian and it was refreshing to do so now. and with his curiosity in full force now,Quale parte d'Italia si è da? He asked.
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