 Those violet eyes continued to linger upon the dog-like creature before him, watching the animal from beneath that forelock of white hair that hung across his gaze even within this human guise, his lips pressing together in a thing line of sorts as the animal scampered backward, blinking as if surprised at his sudden shift before doing as it seemed was entirely predictable of any canine. Perhaps any predator. So seeking to assert itself with some display of aggression and teeth gnashing or claw scraping. How decidedly mundane. From several moments still the stallion merely remains as he is, taking yet another bite of the pine cone, the taste decidedly more woody then he recalled and yet for now at least Frost hardly found he cared. A soft snort of amusement is all the response her words so seem to garner, the man seemingly inclined to pay little attention to the coyote, at least until her mention of Rapunzel, one eye lifting upward. Hmm, she was almost reminiscent of Calliel or Alexis or even Scarlett- one hardly unafraid to say so entirely what she was thinking. A rare trait in women, or so Frost is inclined to believe. Those of his on homeland far less opinionated and yet too, there was something so wholly intriguing about those with enough fight to be so decidedly bold. A soft sigh parting his lips at last, each word slow and precise as if meticulously planned before its delivery.
"You are welcome to show me if you'd like. You will hardly get far though."
Perhaps she would attack him and so provide his evening with the entertainment he hardly believed he would have. How unfortunate it was to have his evening so ruined and yet too how intriguing it was to find this little puppy so nestled amongst the trees. It was merely fortunate perhaps, that so much of his energy had been expelled already tonight, those needs to simply exist within his animal form all but met, so affording that human frame every control as he continues to regard the dog that remained determined to correct him. Her words doing little more than seeing his lip quirk ever so slightly to the side, shoulders lifting upward nonchalantly at her command to so 'read a book'.
"Dog, coyote, you are still a canine either way. Do you disagree?"
He responds softly, words entirely cool as he finishes the last of his impromptu treat before abruptly stepping towards the canine woman, crouching down readily now, arms resting upon one knee- the man making no effort to so hide his evident evaluation of the animal before him though he remained entirely prepared to shift should the girl prove of uneven temperament, his own powers dancing at the very tips of his fingers. One hand shifts forward suddenly, Frost so boldly resting his hand beneath the chin of coyote, tiling her head slightly upward and turning it to both sides, another soft exhale parting his lips.
"You're not a terribly pretty creature are you? At least not in that form, are you going to make me talk to you like this or are you going to shift?"
Frostbite
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