If there was anything Frost had experience with, it was stubborn, bull-headed Hunters whom seemed to believe they knew entirely what they were doing. He had grown up around them, become entirely used to them tormenting him with their ideals until the point he had abandoned them entirely after a number of incidents that had displeased them all the same. He remained in contact with this particular band of Hunter's only because so many of their supposedly beloved mounts were his own people, his pack and despite his often questionable nature he is not willing to abandon them entirely. Even if he should appear only now and then to create disorder amongst them. This Hunter however, has proven to be noticeably more...observant then many of his counterparts, despite the air of nonchalance he seems to attempt to portray, those blue green eyes far more watchful then he chose to appear. It would pay, he has decided- to be more wary of this one then he had originally perceived, his injured knees a testament to such a thing as his stamped hoof seems to earn him little more then a smart-ass answer from the blonde man whom smelt of coffee- his own teeth reaching out as the man passes to exact his own form of discipline upon him. The comment that follows on the necessity of such a thing results only in a nod of the stallions head before the white gold animal moves to prance forward once more, content to drive the Hunter along in any of the moments he should seek to pause. At least- until the man begun to avoid his teeth.

God your annoying.

It was little more then a mutter, one he knows, once more, will be lost upon this Hunter's incapable ears. Frost has already come to the decision the man is a painfully slow learner that may well take more training then he is worth. For now however he merely remains content to lead him, coming eventually to walk beside him in a fashion almost amicable and yet more so it merely allows the towering creature the chance to assure himself the man does not appear to be in possession of any other weapon before he veers suddenly from the road and towards what is evidently a dirt track that leads into the eternally dark undergrowth that parts from the city. For a moment the feathered feet of the horse merely pause at this entrance, violet gaze peering beneath that thickened forelock to rest on his companion once more, offering the man a clearly pointed look that says he is hardly going to be permitted to do anything other than go forward and into the undergrowth before the stallion ducks beneath this tunnel of trees, forced to keep his head lower then he should truly desire before leading the Hunter further on this seemingly endless journey over seemingly endless miles before the undergrowth finally thins. The field they appear within is, at least seemingly, vacant, little more then a flat expanse of grass the stretches out in all directions. The white stallion merely pauses within it, expression decidedly bored with the entire event, one ear trained upon the blonde Hunter lest he attempt to do anything so foolish as go in the wrong direction before the familiar thud of hooves once more signals the arrival of at least one of the people he had sought.

Of all the Hunters whom existed in this particular group the one whom arrives is perhaps the one Frost was most displeased to see, the tall, brown haired man leaning forward upon his mounts neck to whisper something to the Shire horse, Tyson, the only horse taller and heavier then Frost himself and an equine as equally disagreeable (in Frosts opinion) as the man upon his back. Robin and himself had rarely seen eye to eye, Frost allowing his ears to lace back into his mane once more at their approach. For a moment Robin merely continued to eye the pair before him, confusion readily seeming to mark his features as those brown eyes flickered from horse to Hunter and back again before swinging abruptly from his own horse, handing the animal the rather enormous longbow he held in his hands, Tyson obediently taking it between his teeth to hold in a manner that saw Frost's own violet gaze roll before those same eyes narrowed upon the tall man before him.

"Well, well ,well, look who finally came to visit and look what he brought- haven't seen you around before- Robin and this is Tyson."

One hand extended readily towards Alexander now in a rather vigorous shake before gesturing to the towering Shire behind him, the bay coloured creature offering a polite nod of its head before Robin spoke again.

"Sorry about the bow and all, can't be too careful out here. Once I saw a Hunter and a Horse though I knew it was alright, I actually thought it was Charlie coming back, he went to scout further out. Can't tell you how surprised I am to finally see Frosty with someone, we never thought it would happen- had him pegged as unrideable after he tossed the last thirty-seven of us, never thought he'd find a partner- how'd you manage it?"

Robin's gaze briefly flickered for man to horse and back again, clearly expecting one of them to actually provide an answer to the question as Frost's own irritated snort rang out.

He is not my partner Robin, he makes coffee for a living, he does not speak my language, I only brought the prick because if I came alone the chances of my being shot were rather good now weren't they? I figured if you were going to shoot you could shoot him first.

"You brought him as a shield? I think that makes you the prick as opposed to him. Oh- sorry."

For a moment it would seem both stallion and Hunter had briefly forgotten Alexander's existence, Robin's apology followed by his gaze returning to Alex, arms folding across his chest- pointedly ignoring the white stallion now.

"Frost tells me you can't speak Were. Don't worry about it, you'll learn. Allow me to do the introductions I am sure he denied you though. The wonderfully personable horse beside you is Frostbite, or just Frost- he was one of our horses originally, but no one could ride him because the bastard just threw everyone who tried, refused to take orders in battle, refused to submit to a rider and created mass disorder amongst our ranks while charging everything and everyone before breaking from our ranks entirely and believe it or not his horse-form is nicer then his human one- you may never see that though, WereHorses are damn funny about who they allow to see them."

For a moment Robin's gaze returned to the violet eyes of the horse, daring him to disagree as Frost merely allowed his tail to flick in a dismissive gesture. Robin's attention returning to Alexander a final time.

"Do you want to meet the rest of us? We just set up camp nearby on the other side of this field. The fire's hot, the coffee isn't bad and neither's the company. There's about fifteen of us, we're the Council's Mounted Division, we go where only a man with a horse can go and specialise in remote areas of the world- conquering one land at a time- Tyson, leg up please."

The ridiculous overobedient Shire merely cocked one leg, allowing Robin to use it as a step, vaulting onto his back once more before reaching down to take the long bow from him, gesturing towards the far end of the field.

"I'll meet you there, I'll just let the others know your coming, I am sure some of them will be pleased to see you Frost- and that you finally picked a rider."

There is a noticeable chuckle on the Hunter's lips as he merely swings his own lumbering giant of a horse around to canter off and across the field, the stallion allowing one violet eye to roll back towards his own companion, eyeing Alexander almost warily now before striding forward again. Robin could believe as he chose, Frost hardly cares to bother with it any longer, the Leader of the Mounted Division forever a painful individual as the horse pauses once more- waiting for Alexander to catch up with him.

Come. Walk. Tally-ho. Good Hunter.

Hmm- and they thought a Hunter couldn't be trained. Look how well he walks on command.