Goddess, he was on a lucky streak! Aiden had known very well that running away from his escort so close to the cold season -- away from shelter, warmth, and free food -- could very well have sped him along the path to meet his maker, but, despite the odds of it, the young boy hadn't had so much as stone stuck in his pads in the way of bad luck. Thus far, at the very least. There was still time for things to change. Good thing for him, it really didn't look like his streak would be broken quite yet.

Large white paws followed in the wake of more white paws. The boy was still small compared to the wolf he followed, Ambrosia, but there was much promise to his young physique. The paws which were a little big for him now sprouted two pairs of long, long legs. His body was lean, and, though the thickness of his mixture of puppy cotton and long, wispy fur smoothed his figure rather gracefully, hard muscle was already clinging to the bone underneath. Those paws wouldn't always be so large to him. Aiden would grow to be quite tall, one day -- maybe as tall as the wolf he was following home from the woodlands.

She was a beauty, wasn't she? Large though she was for a lady, Ambrosia was strikingly female. She was gentle and sweet, and spoke with the same grace with which she held herself. White as snow -- save the russet between her shoulders and under her chin and a spattering of charcoal freckles over her muzzle -- she was like an angel: so pretty, so fair, and so strong.

He had no idea how true of a statement that was.

There had been small chatter along the road, and, each time she spoke, the boy's iridescent cerise and cerulean eyes would turn from the foreign path he traveled to her. Nine times out of ten, his loss of concentration would have him stumbling over a root -- or his own, over-sized paws -- but he would catch himself before hitting the ground, mostly, and be right back up and going. It was no different as she asked him to tell her from where he came, though, this time, he nearly face planted into the trunk of a tree at a bend in the path. Paused with his slender muzzle parallel to the bark, rear paws touching the fore in the awkward haste to stop himself from hitting the tree, Aiden took a slow sidestep back to the path and shuffled into a trot to catch up and reply.

"Not like this." His boyish voice was as bright as it was gentle, with, perhaps, a touch of whimsy as he took in the sights around him -- including the lovely wolf he followed. "I don't remember so much snow, but the trees are bigger there. Taller, and much wider."

Considering he had almost stumbled face-first into bark a moment before, Aiden considered himself rather thankful the trees here weren't so monstrous. He hardly had time to think any more on the subject, though, as he stopped just short of Ambrosia's rear end quite suddenly. She had stopped and confusion was on her freckled face as she glanced around them. Ears standing tall and iridescent eyes wide with interest, Aiden, too, gave a look around the woods -- though, he wasn't sure what to look for.

Ambrosia's quick, yet polite words had him tilting his head curiously toward the tall angel of a wolf. There was an urgency in her tone as she spoke of a girl she needed to find, and Aiden found worry creeping into his own spine. A girl? Alone and hidden? "A-alright." There was concern in the stuttered, surprised reply. He followed after Ambrosia -- following her as she followed a scent he could not discern from the medley of foreign smells around him -- and kept his bright eyes moving through the scenery, looking for their mysterious, hidden girl. Distracted as he was in their new task, little could be said for the grace in which he carried it out. His large paws were hardly quiet as they crunched through the snow and cracked over twigs, and he slipped once or twice on a few slick, ice-capped rocks. But it wasn't long before Ambrosia found the girl she was looking for, and Aiden gave a few, long lopes to catch up.

The dusky, golden shrouded bundle of fur was curled up so tightly in the snow as Aiden peered curiously around the larger form of Ambrosia, and there was something particularly not well about her. The words Ambrosia spoke to the girl -- Paravana, she had called her -- were as foreign to him as the landscape around them and beyond his understanding. It gave him the feeling of intrusion, and Aiden found himself slowly retreating being Ambrosia once more. The poor girl was sick; having a stranger around probably wouldn't make her feel better. If anything, it might just make her worry, and he didn't want her feeling any worse than she looked to be. The sound of his own name, though, had Aiden slowly, cautiously peering around Ambrosia once more, his own, lanky body low and humble as he was introduced to the sick girl.

"H-hello," Aiden hesitated on the word, feeling awkward and very out of place in the current situation. Ambrosia spoke again in her other language, and the boy found him flattening himself against the snow behind his friend. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet Paravana. He very much would love to meet her and the rest of Ambrosia's family and pack, but... He didn't want to scare her, either. It couldn't have been very comforting to have a stranger lingering about when she was sick and defenseless.