Broken Antler Fen Oh, it don't work like it should, raised by the wolves

He saw her soon, but pretended not to notice her. If she wished to leave, he would give her the chance to do so, partly because he, himself, wished to be left alone on this current occasion. However, the figure who he soon identified to be a female, let out a soft chuff of greeting and Nico, after sighing inaudibly, greeted her with a dip of his head and a small, soft smile. He towered over awkwardly, having been gifted, or perhaps, cursed with particularly long legs, and so he subtly lowered himself, not wanting to make their conversation awkward with her having to look up at him all the time.

"Greetings," Nico replied with another smile. "You shouldn't be out here in this weather," he told her cautiously, aware that his words may be taken as patronising, rather than caring. "What's your name? I'm Nico."