For several moments Frost continued to remain where he was, long, thick tail flicking against his flanks as Strider continued to translate his words in the wake of Alexander's inability to understand them, ears lacing briefly backwards in a threat unspoken towards the little pony for any outbursts he deemed unsuitable. Even without his constant presence amongst this particular group of Werehorses he had long ago established his own position amongst their hierarchy, one no amount of time would change, the pony quickly reminded of his place beneath him as the violet eyes of the pale animal returned to the man he had become focused on. Perhaps he had become used to Hunters, or more so, used to them interfering with his life from a young age, yet the single trait that so seemed to define them was a ridiculous stubbornness that this blonde man seemed to possess no small measure off. The older they were- the more inclined to disagree they seemed to be and having no true knowledge of this man's age the stallion was merely left to gamble upon such an offer, the Hunter seeming quiet for several moments of contemplation as the war horse merely waited. It had been years since he had been forced to 'wait' for another to make any kind of decision, the Alpha blood within himself given to heat, that dominant, commanding side of himself disliking the manner in which he is forced to ask another all the same- the inevitable question passing the Hunters lips barely a moment later, the blonde man demanding to know what was in it for himself- another snort rolling free of the stallions nostrils.

Perhaps, in some way, such a question was at least respectable, after all- had he been posed with the same question he himself would undoubtedly have demanded something in return. There are few things Frost has ever done merely from the goodness of his heart- generosity not one of his stronger traits, the Hunters response to the threat offered towards him seeing the ears of the towering animal fold back a second time into that lush snowy mane, neck arching over slightly in a manner of intimidation one stallion uses towards another, heavy feathered hooves prancing forward upon the ground until he resides directly before the man in a subtle attempt to press into his space- curious to see how far this man will truly go to stand his ground. He is, perhaps, one of the most dominant Hunters Frost has discovered, irritatingly so. That he evidently knew something about horses was an equally displeasing facet that only further inclined the stallion to find a newer way to outsmart this particular individual. The both of them- it would seem, having much to learn about the other, each man evidently rather stubborn, nor easily cowed. Frost says he thinks not trampling you was a fairly generous offer, but if that was not enough for you he says agreeing to help him means your council will actually believe you are doing something other then making coffee which means your chances of being left alone are higher, he also says he's giving your life purpose- which it seems to lack and if you help him you get to re-live your glory days in the saddle for awhile. Although he adds he can't make things that easy for you- the others would know something was wrong if he was to obedient towards you without reason..

He had little idea, truly, how old the man before him was and yet there were few who actually existed whom could identify a spear, let alone throw one. They are old weapons, the equine merely content to gamble upon the nostalgia far more than one of the older Hunters tended to cling too. Stallion he may be, yet he is hardly foolish. The Hunters next question earned a clear sigh from the animal, head lifting abruptly upwards once more to shake suddenly- loosening something that had previously been concealed beneath that ever-thick mane, the chain that hung about his neck, tangled within his mane, dropping down to reveal the coin like object that hung from it- the pendant rather clearly....ancient, older then even Alexander himself, dark and worn with time, so much so the image and inscription upon it are....faded and worn. He says they have the brother to this....thing, he said something in his language and I cannot speak Icelandic to translate for you, he called it something. He says there are three, he has one, he knows where the second one is- but he says one of the Hunters here has the third and he needs it back.

It is a deliberately....cagey description and yet the stallion clearly attempts to offer no more, head shaken a final time until that tousled mane conceals his prize once more beneath lashings of hair, turning in place to abruptly stride towards the Hunter gathering now that this Alex at least knew what he was searching for, hardly leaving the man an opportunity to argue any further, head turning merely once to make sure Alex was still following, Strider trotting along behind before ducking between the trees. He had little fear of the pony speaking to much and if he did....that was easily fixed, the animal wandering forward to join the circle of men and the occasional woman that sat about the roaring fire, his appearance resulting in several murmurs from amongst them before Alex appeared- the ridiculously overzealous Robin thrusting a mug of coffee into his hands before the man even had a chance to sit himself down upon the log beside Frosts legs. You want one Frosty? Allen, the only decent cook the group had ever had, proceeded to gesture towards the coffee, a single shake of his head merely given. If it was anything like he remembered this particular breed of coffee was horrific, the equine leaving Alex to discover that for himself as the rest of the Hunter crowd began to take an interest in the blonde man beside him, a flurry of introductions following suit.

For his part, Frost remained content to merely stand within the circle, choosing to at least appear polit beside his companion. After all, irritating the man entirely to much would be...imprudent to his own cause and for a few moments at least is content to let the Hunter simply engage with the others as Robin offered further introductions and two other men rapidly became engaged in an argument over which decade had been the best. Imbeciles. There were certain traits of this group he had hardly missed being parted from, determined to separate from the Hunters within a few moments to reengage with his own pack- though he hardly saw any need to act as if he truly missed their company.

"So, Alex was it? What brings you our way then? Robin said you came with Frost, are you planin' on...."

The young Hunter woman whom had been attempting conversation was abruptly cut off, the voice that followed significantly deeper as a dark skinned man proceeded to detangle himself from the shadows of the fire light, pulling himself upright as he strode forward- arms folded across his chest, pausing before the Alex now- one eye rolling briefly towards Frost himself.

"You bite me again Pony, and it will be the last thing you ever do. As for you- Alex, have we met before? You see oddly familiar to me......"

"Xerxes sit down and let him be- you don't know him, you don't know everyone."

Robin's words might as well have fallen upon deaf ears for all the effort the black haired man made to hear them.

"No. I'm almost certain I do- but not with hair that short, or that horse..."

What he was talking about Frost hardly knew, nor found he particularly cared, violet eyes moving to rest upon Alexander once more, one ear remaining trained upon Xerxes all the same, the few interactions he had with the man to date hardly pleasant though for now he simply chose to ignore him.