The titan has drifted beyond Drageda's claim. He has taken time to rest following the intensive scouting missions and feels stronger, restored (especially now that he is flea-free once more). Fleetingly Mirabelle crosses his mind as he inadvertently traces their steps, but he does not dwell on her long. Étoille is not a man who is hung up on things often - he will think fondly of her for years to come, but does not see the need to pine.

Instead he decides to focus on his hunting. Étoille has relied largely on his size most of his life, but he feels an itch (non-literal) to take his time today. The squawks and chatter of sea-birds around him keep him alert, darkened gaze trained to his target, a plump gull of some kind. He does not usually attempt to go after fickle creatures like birds - he is not necessarily dexterous, but he feels lighter after his travels. 

After a tense moment, the beast launches forward.

There is the screech of birds and feathers flying and his teeth crunch around something fine-boned and flapping, dragging it back down to the earth, his tremendous form reverberating against the ground. Surprised by his own success, the Rauna opens his mouth and allows the dead gull to fall against the ground. He realises he's pleased with himself - a somewhat unusual feeling for him, given his normal state is that of full-ego'd contentment. 

Abruptly the man realises he's not alone, and, leaving the gull on the ground for a moment, turns toward the presence behind him. A woman, one he's not met before - dark furred and oddly-scarred. The way her coat looks patchwork reminds him a little bit of choupinou after the fleas but he does not remark on it, instead picking up and carrying over the gull to ask, "would you like to share?"

The woman seems to struggle with speech, her words stammered and voice hoarse. He wonders if it's related to her appearance - the remaining marks of some terrible injury. Her answer is polite but somewhat unclear. He doesn't mind, watching her walk past with a mild sort of curiousity. His eyes sweep past her form, following where she's looking, and notes the other gull. 

The strange woman's attempts to catch it are unsuccessful. Unsure what to do now that he's witnessed this, Étoille shifts his weight between massive paws, somewhat awkwardly shrugging. "They are fickle things," he says, not quite trying to be reassuring so much as commenting on a fact. 

The titan is as intrigued by her as she is by he, though for different reasons. He nudges his dead gull again with his nose, wondering if this time she will decide to take his offer.

She finally partakes in the gull's flesh, offering to share, and he nods before tucking in alongside her. There is not much to it but it is of decent fat and size. Étoille is careful to leave most of it to her. He is not in danger from the coming months of winter - Drageda is robust and healthy and he has weight on his bones to carry him through. The woman, though, seems to be in a much more precarious situation. Or perhaps not - it is hard to assume.

Once the carcass is stripped he sits back, running his tongue along bloody lips. "I am Étoille," the Rauna introduces, and dips his head. "What is your name?" He asks, curiousity blatant in his tone.

Her introduction is odd. She does not have a name? And yet she gives him one, albeit an ill-fitting one. "Snowe," he echoes. "You chose it for yourself," he guesses, voice gentle, though he does not pry further. He has come out of his shell a bit since joining Drageda, some of his natural curiousity blossoming - but he still does not feel the need to ask for more information than he is given in most circumstances. His interiority is his defining feature.

Still. "In my mother's tongue, we call snow.." he pauses, trying to recall the word, the way it fits in his mouth. "Neige." It is not too far off, he thinks, from noir, like the color of her pelage. The titan shifts, comfortable in her company, and glances out over the sea, imagining what winter will be like here.