It was cold here! The snow had only gotten heavier as she had wandered further and further north and as the Francophone explored deeper she had really only managed to dig herself deeper and deeper into the snow. Of course this wouldn’t have been too big a deal if she were a bigger wolf but the tiny girl was literally battling against the white powder with each step. So it was that Estelle found herself trying to scamper up a slick slope to try and escape the snow. That also proved to be a bigger issue than anticipated, it would have been difficult for a four legged wolf and with Estelle’s missing hind leg it was near impossible. With a slight squeak she lost her balance and slid back down the slope on her stomach. The girl’s landing was blessedly soft at least, cushioned by the drift of snow that nearly swallowed her up.   "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?"

The titan was born to be King of the snow, his large broad paws carried him effortlessly through the snow. Giant toes would splay and his feet acted as snow shoes. He was scouting this strip of land while Nysa was a couple miles south, within calling distance. Covering land was easier when you had two sets of eyes rather than one. Prey was scarce here, but the scavenging would prove ever fruitful. With the decrease of food and the temperature the herbivores of the North were dropping. With the winter dragging on their energy stores were lacking. Which only would cause for prosperity in the lives of the two loners. He was in tip top shape, his pristine health would shine through his coat and the confident way he carried himself over the field. With eyes and ears perked forward he wouldn't miss the struggle of the three legged she wolf. Deimos had even had to double take when he'd seen her, unsure if he saw what he thought he did. Indeed though, the girl struggled on three legs through the snow and up the incline. The massive wolf would watch as she failed in cresting the hill and her petite form would slide easily back down the incline. Curious Deimos wouldn't miss the potential possibilities that presented themselves. His features were blank, he'd wiped the smirk that had lingered there for a moment as he came around the snow drift to look at her tossed figure. "Aren't you a cute little thing," he couldn't help but muse as his icy stare fell upon her obviously young features. She couldn't have been more than a year old. ""

Estelle was too busy flailing to notice another wolf was in the vicinity, at least until she was good and buried in snow. His voice was muffled and she popped her head out of the white powder just in time to catch his last words. She stared up at the titan wide eyed for a moment simultaneously attempting to make sense of the few words she had heard, in a language she only had rudimentary understanding of no less, and understand what she was looking at. He was giant, and not just because she was tiny but he was probably the biggest wolf she had ever seen.  "Euh… Pardon?" She spoke, dragging herself out of the snow mound and shaking the white powder from her fur. “I do not understand… little ting?” The language was weird on her tongue, awkward and difficult to form and no doubt at this point he had taken note of her accent. "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?"

The smirk that threatened his lips would remain withdrawn as he watched the little she wolf pop from the snow and stare wide eyes at his form. He knew very well how impressive he was and forgave her for the moment it took to take all of him in. Eventually though a bit of confusion would cross her awed features and she'd ask him in accented tones what it was he'd said and meant. "Just a compliment, love." He'd reassure her, now quite unsure what of his words she would even understand. Surely she'd be taking most of what he said from his body language. Deimos would lower his head slightly as his tail wagged slowly behind him, "What are you doing out here on your own?" Had she been abandoned? Surely she hadn't lived this long all on her own with out a fourth leg. ""

She had no idea what he had just said… okay so she had a decent idea but no way to know if her assumption was correct so Estelle operated under the assumption compliment was the same in both her native tongue and English, luckily for her it was, and she dropped her gaze. She was not worthy of anyone’s compliments and she couldn’t fathom why anyone would deign to offer her any kind words. Not that she expected outright distain, though she wouldn’t be surprised. He spoke again and she worked through the words he spoke, probably slower than the average wolf but she couldn’t really help it. “I am ah- explorer?" She wasn’t sure what the word was in this wolf’s tongue and she could only hope he’d understand what she was saying. "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?"

From her accent he was very much sure that the common tongue was not her first language. Still he'd listen as she slowly got the picture, at least he thought. She didn't look too delighted, instead she seemed to deflate even further. He'd tilt his head, wondering just who she was, so different from many other wolves he'd come into contact with. He'd find that her answer to his question was mostly satisfactory, and she'd understood him decently at least because her words also made sense. "Sounds rather similar to what I am, a nomad." He'd tell her, again having no idea how much she'd understand. It didn't matter much, it wasn't like she really cared about a strange wolf she could barely speak to anyway. Though wether that was really how she felt, or how he did, would remain a mystery. ""