Zidane will soon see a petite and svelte figure striding through the snow and cold, immensely fluffy tail flicking anxiously from side to side. He's looking around, uneasy, ears swiveling about and twitching as he calls.

"Hades? Darling? Are you here?" He asks, looking around the brush and trees hiding the stream away, only to jump and fluff up slightly when he spots Zidane.

"Oh! You're not- er, excuse me. What are you doing with my mate's phone?" His tone is light enough, but there's a slight wariness in his eyes.