With the conclusion of his mission the Rauna has returned to his favorite pasttime: leisure. Not that he intends to slack in his duties to Drageda, but he has at least earned a few days of rest. The still-fading ache in his bones demands it. 

 As content as Étoille would be to lay around, he does wish to check in on Furi. They'd spoken briefly when he arrived but he is curious how she is settling in and so he has already set off to find her when she comes looking for him, fox in mouth. His tail wags behind him slowly when he sees her, taking the time to note the ways she has grown in his absence. She seems much healthier than when Eske brought her to the original scouting party. He's pleased.

"Hello," the titan greets, watching the fox carcass as it bobs in her grasp. "Good work," he compliments, impressed by her kill (she is still, to him, so small!).

 He does not expect the gift and, caught off guard, he smiles softly. "Merci," the titan murmurs and easily settles onto the ground so that he may work on the fresh kill while still talking to the girl. It is a kind gesture and he does not think twice about it. After a few moments of eating, he glances back up to her. "How have you been," Étoille asks - a rephrasing of a question he's asked her already, but now they are alone with time on their side, rather than limited to the quick exchange required in the flurry of the party's arrival back to Drageda. "It is .. nice, here," he adds, asking, in his own way, if she likes the pack itself, likes living here as he does. Like him, she is an outsider. Such things do not bother the giant, and he has found himself accepted fairly quickly, but he curious if it is the same for Furi.

"Ah," Étoille says, and clarifies, "'thank you'." Furi tells him she's been bored and a flicker of amusement passes through his gaze. The titan has never to his knowledge been bored. Restless, perhaps, but his fairly self absorbed nature keeps him content. Nonetheless he can sympathise. "Did you talk to Wanlida about it?" He asks, unsure himself of how to offer fruitful assurance.

 He does not know why Furi smirks, not  being aware of her relationship with foxes, but does not push it. "Hmm," the titan rumbles in answer to her question, giving his ear a quick scratch. "It was not very exciting until Wildfire arrived," he admits, swallowing a mouthful of fox meat. "I did encounter an old... friend." Ah, Mirabelle. Although he respects her decision, a part of him wishes he could have pursuaded her to join them after the scouting trip. Still, Morningside is not so far away he could not visit... (alas, he remains unaware of her departure from the Teekons). He does not provide more than that but of course, should Furi be curious, he will oblige her.

 She does not press, and so Étoille is content to leave it at that. He nods thoughtfully as she speaks. "Blixen," the titan repeats, trying to place a face to the name. "Which one is that," he asks, somewhat sheepishly. As before, he did not spend much time socializing on the trip - focused on ensuring he was giving Heda the most accurate directions he could. There had been the two children around Furi's age - a girl who resembled the missing Wildfire, and a boy who resembled the Wocha - Heda's children, he knows, and Wildfire's, but the particular configuration is a bit of a mystery to him. Still, it is not his place to question. Also he should possibly make more of an effort to learn all of his packmate's names. Well.

Ah, the ginger. He nods and mirrors her gesture absently. "I was not sure if you meant her or her brother," Étoille explains. Hm. Were it not for Furi's now-lightening coat, the pair of them would almost resemble a young Heda and Wildfire together. It's an oddly endearing mental image, but one he does not comment aloud. Instead he says, giving his scruff another scratch, "I am glad you have a friend."

He is not expecting the child to surge forward the way she does - he emits a soft oof with the impact of her body, though he does not move. After a moment he gently rests his head atop hers. His chest is warm. "I see," Étoille murmurs. He does not follow until she grabs the fox and shakes the limbs.

No, he still doesn't quite follow. "Would you like to play," he asks, watching her. Look - he's learning.

Furi does not answer him in word, but she seems intent on getting him into the game. Very well. Étoille had not had siblings to play these sorts of games with as a child; looking back, he probably would have found them silly, even then. For choupinou, though, he does not mind. 

Like a wave crashing into shore the titan rises, teeth sliding around one of the fox's limbs to grip it firm. He does not growl or begin to tug - instead, he watches the smokey girl with an intent expression, following her lead.