we built this city on broken glass

He had not anticipated, not truly, the depth of interest that young Werewolf seemed to have in those tales off his own culture and religion. It had been years since any being had inquired after it, let alone requested those stories that had once been shared amongst his own herd. He was not, by nature, truly inclined to....conversation in any sense. His very upbringing perhaps inclining the man more to silence and those often short, sharp words. Frost a naturally near abrasive being in his continued determination to push anyone and everyone away. Some part of the equine remained near...suspicious of the woman, as if he anticipated her interest held some ulterior motive. Curiosity simply for the sake of curiosity was almost foreign to the man. That near military mindset he had always existed in assuring such things as idle as stories were considered in a different light and yet that soft sigh echoed from within him all the same. The often irritable stallion choosing, oddly, to indulge the woman in that moment with that tale of the four packs and the threat of war between them all. Raven seeming to readily find some response to the notion of war as she sat back in her chair as if dismayed at the idea. Frost himself inclined to think almost the opposite. Truly it was near a shame that war had not been carried out, how glorious a battle it would have been. Frost's head shaking slightly as he finished yet another cookie.

"One pack did not want more then the others, each pack was after something the other had. No single one was to blame. I know what my medallion does, yes. It is a key to a series of....trails."

The last word was chosen with distinct care as the stallion offered it, his gaze flicking briefly to the woman before glancing away once more. That near clipped tone readily indicating his lack of intention on speaking any more off his own medallion or his plans for it. Frost rather assured it was upon his business he saw fit to draw that line of her curiosity. The man instead offering her the rest of that tale of Fenrir. That Raven might connect in some sense with that story had readily occured to him. After all, several facets off it near mirrored her own experience and yet he restrained his own affinity from her thoughts. Frost having little desire to be subject to any memory such a tale might invoke within her. He had seen her pain, he had seen her suffering and he held little desire to see it again. Her very reactions to that torment contrasting strongly with his own beliefs in that situation and her inability to take that proper revenge he was sure she was owed. Viewing her thoughts would only frustrate him. The pair of them, it seemed, destined to disagree on several facets regarding her situation.

Raven seemed to fall silent in the wake of that story. The young woman appearing almost pensive, as if she could hardly decide just which words she wished to impart to him and yet- perhaps she hardly needed too. He had some idea, in the least, of just what she had been thinking and just why that story might resonate within her. The woman abruptly speaking then before suddenly cutting herself short as the stallions own gaze glanced upward to meet the blue of her eyes somewhere beneath that forelock of white hair. His own violet gaze narrowing slightly.

"It's not a crime to admit what you would do. There is a difference between saying it and doing it, after all. I think Fenrir was right to do as he did. They deserved it."

There was no small amount of conviction within the mans words, each syllable uttered with that same assurance and yet he hardly expected the woman to do little more then defend some perceived moral high ground she believed she existed on when it came to the idea of killing. It was likely hardly worth his time to pursue it. Frost instead offering her the translation for the amulet of Fenrir she had passed towards him. It's treasures and secrets of no interest to him in any sense. Those puzzles would be Raven's alone to solve and perhaps her lunatic of a mate if he could be coerced into going with her. For all the boys faults one could hardly say Tobias was disloyal in any sense. His thoughts shifted then to those other medallions the woman easily presented him. One, it seemed, already having been used- unfortunate perhaps for the being whom had died for it. The other, however, still maintained its powers. Those little raven's gifted with those magically enchanted spying abilities for a single use alone. Raven seeming thoughtful once more before seeming to find only more questions. Frost, for now, continuing to afford the woman some measure of patience.

"The minor amulets can only be used once, yes. The major ones like Fenrir are essentially everlasting. Yes, you have two of the four and I will have the other two shortly. As for your mate- the Frejya amulet will lead him to Sunstone. It's an ancient settlement. Abandoned now. The Feline Pack worships the sun and its gods. The entire city was dedicated to sun basking. I think he would enjoy it."

What else did cats do? His opinion of that feline race decidedly low at the best of times and yet he was surely not incorrect in his belief a feline would enjoy seeing a city near dedicated to that very sun they so seemed to enjoy lying in. At least, what was left of that city. Frost suspecting little of it had survived and yet once more it hardly mattered to him. His gaze returned to the woman then.

"Is there anything else you desire to know? Otherwise I believe I have held up my end of this bargain

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