It had been some years since the often apathetic equine had been subject to Robin's presence and yet it would seem little had changed in the days and months since their last unpleasant encounter. Robin still spoke too much, still rambled and still clearly believed himself to be some sort of leader amongst the rabble of the group they now strode towards in the wake of the heavy Sire horse whose sheer bulk had left an easy trail to follow through the long grass. The sarcasm within Alexander's words saw one white gold ear flicker backwards, the stallions head following moments later as lashings of snowy mane tumbled back within his gaze with the gesture. Would he ever be that helpful? I scoff or sorts, one given to sound far more like a snort manages to erupt from nostrils before he offered the words all the same, hardly truly knowing why he bothered with a man incapable of understanding and yet muttering them all the same.

We'll see.

His attention returns to the field before him, one heavy, feathered foot after the over crunching down upon the frosted grass, the mutter of the Hunter behind him and his wondering as to why he was here bringing the vaguest simper to the Equine's lip- in as much it can be said a horse can perform such a gesture, the faint glimmer of what is clearly a fire visible in the distance now as the stallion continued to lead his newfound companion across the open field. The matter of why he had brought the Hunter, he supposed, would have to be addressed soon enough and yet this particular man's inability to understand his words had become a more...potent problem then he had anticipated. They were, he supposed, going to need a translator and yet which amongst this Mounted Division could actually be trusted enough to speak on his behalf only seemed to further irritate the pale stallion, the Hunter himself momentarily forgotten at the onslaught of thoughts that took residence within his mind now. They were still far enough away from the campsite not to be overheard and yet- perhaps it would be better to see how well his little Hunter pet interacted with the others before revealing entirely why he had been brought here. Then again, allowing the man with the oceanic coloured eyes to interact to much might very well somehow endear him towards the others and truly Frost has little time to worry about Alexander's desire to make actual friends. Perhaps it would be better they dealt with Alexander's purpose now rather then after this little meeting.

The muscular animal merely allowed his pace to slow, halted abruptly once more within that endless, empty field, head inclined back towards his companion to assure the man had not been wholly left behind in his struggle to get through the long, thick grass that he himself strode over so easily. Then again, it was so very amusing to watch them struggle sometimes- if only to remind them exactly how much they should value their horses. The little blonde Hunter however, seemed to handle it well enough, the man fitter perhaps- then Frost had actually anticipated, before tossing his head upwards to call for perhaps the only being amongst this group he trusted entirely enough to speak for him. Strider, after all, could easily be convinced to keep his mouth shut- more so then the other chattier equine. It hardly took long for the for the single beating of hooves to make itself known, the black Welsh pony that emerged from the darkness hardly taller than the Hunter himself, a decidedly scruffy creature and yet one evidently pleased to see Frost, the pony forced to stand upon his hind legs to reach his muzzle up to touch it against his companions own in greeting before landing back upon all fours. Of all the Were's that served this particular unit- why Strider stayed was perhaps the most confusing of all the Frost's mine- he was little more then a pack horse (or pony rather) used entirely to carry any extra gear behind the unit and yet the pony seemed entirely content with his lot in life. He was also one of the rare few for whom communication with any species in his Were form was entirely possible.

I need you to speak to the Hunter for me and I need you to keep what you hear to yourself- Robin does not need to know.

The curiosity of the pony is clearly piqued, Striders ears flicking forward now, his own reply resulting in Frost lunging suddenly for him, the black pony barely ducking in time to avoid the teeth the more dominant stallion had thrown towards him, the shaggy creature seeming entirely perturbed, tail lashing in irritation before several moments of clearly heated discussion were given to follow. His patience for Strider however, is a limited thing, ears lacing back into the thickness of his mane once more, each muscle within his significantly more powerful frame coiling, form shifting into what is very nearly a Levade of sorts, forelegs lifted from the earth now in a clear threat to bludgeon the pony that reluctantly lowers its head in a more submissive gesture. Frost returning to all fours once more, gesturing now to the Hunter- his own dominance firmly re-established as Strider spoke for him.

Frost wants me to speak to you for him- before you get to the camp site with the others. He said you asked why you were here. You own a Coffee Shop, one that serves Were's and other super naturals like us, if you were fully a part of the Council you wouldn't be allowed to do it and it's taken him a long time to find someone not under the council's thumb- so to speak.

Strider merely paused, one ear turned towards Frost, listening for a moment once more before speaking again.

He wants you to help him with something, he says one of the Hunters here, Robin or maybe Xerxes, has something that belongs to him, something he claims they took and he wants it back. They don't trust him though, he needs someone who can get closer to them to find out where it is and get it back. He wants you to befriend them, pretend you want to join up with them or do some training or something like that. He also says the Council are not exactly pleased with him after he injured quite a few Hunters, they only give protection to the Horses that do their job and he knows he is on their list to be....er....put down. If he pretends to be your horse though and plays along the council will stop sending Hunters after him, if they think he has a Rider and is doing his job and the Mounted Division might actually trust him enough to at least let him take back whatever it is he says they stole. He just needs you to play along, pretend you want to hunt with them for awhile and he'll be your partner. If I'm keeping this to myself Frost you better make good on what you promised me.

Another snap of the stallion's teeth send the pony dancing sideways once more with a huff, Frost's attention returning to the Hunter now, curious of his response to this all the same.

He wants the council off his back and he wants back what they took- he also says you can say no, if you want, but your out of spears and it is a damn long field- if you think you can outrun him before he tramples you though, by all means. Try. Oh- he also asks if you have a name."