Well- wasn't she just the sarcastic one? Yet her attitude was almost amusing in some sense, Frost hardly finding he minded her curious personality. So much....attitude for a dog, especially one that was stuck as a dog- ones whose power was limited in every way because she refused to expand her horizons, or I the least, had been prevented from doing as such at the paws of an Alpha whom evidently had barely understood his own power. Had the animal before him held any true ability to understand real power she would feel his own presence, understand he was hardly a mere beast of burden searching for a weed to gnaw on. Yet, with each passing word it became all the more too clear to him that despite her attitude, despite her belief in her own power she was naive and desperately so. That a weakness in itself, that entirely capable of being exploited by someone far less kind then himself. How fortunate she was to have met him and yet how little she knew of it. Those thoughts that turned within her mind assurance enough that while she was dubious of his claims she was not entirely blind to them either. She suspected she was more than a mere coyote even if she needed a little convincing.

A soft chuckle rises within his throat once more at her determination to agree that his own life story was surely boring, Frost holding little intent to share it all the same and yet the woman only offered him further insights into her charming little personality. How useful she could be if all that energy was merely focused, tempered, in the right direction. This lack of true bond to her coyote pack merely once less issue to concern himself with. This Ceaser a perfect fool of a creature if he hardly understood the true power at his paws and yet, for how many generations had the girl and her relatives lived in such a fashion? How many generations had bred as coyotes and bared children in canine form? Such children surely never knowing any different, the moon holding little sway over a Were that never shifted. How curious such a pack might have been and yet how...close it was to the very thing he had once come from. Hmm, perhaps, one day, the girl might be worth talking too if only to discuss just what her life had once been. For now however, his motivations are singular, the man leaning easily against that tree with a truly laconic ease. Maintaining that impression of disregard as she proceeded to call him out on her supposed insensitivity. Frost merely allowing one eye to twitch several times in response- affording her little argument beyond that. The stallion seemingly inclined to be almost playful before her disbelief became clear, his own shoulders shrugging once more.

"You are not a normal coyote, you are a Were- like me. I could not converse with you if you were merely a dog and nothing more. That alone proves my point, Puppy."

He hardly offers her any more on that topic, allowing her to contemplate what was entirely clear, a coyote, Were or otherwise, could surely talk to another coyote- but a man and coyote, a horse and a coyote? The conversation they were having at this very moment proof enough that she was not merely the animal she had believed she was all these years.

"It isn't easy. It is intensely difficult. Born Were's like you are I should learn from birth how to change at will, you are more akin to a turned Were, that is, a human bitten by a Were and afflicted by that venom we carry. They must learn to shift, as you must learn, fortunately you will be less a slave to the moon then a mere human. I can teach you though. I have taught one before, I can teach you."

He pauses, briefly, the girl seeming to dip into denial once more, accusing him of being little more than a deer with hair before assuring him the way to achieve dominance was surely to fight for it- such a thing hardly a foreign concept to him and yet one he rarely chose to engage with in. It was easier, after all, to have his subordinates submit to him willingly rather then force them to do so and yet if that was the game she wanted to play, so be it, a simper touching his own lips.

"I am a horse, if that assists you and yes, I am asking you to join me, in doing so I will teach you to shift and show you the power of true WerePack, after that it is your choice on whether you want to stay or not. If you'd rather I make you submit however then that is simple enough. If I win though you become my subordinate, if I lose your free to go- your choice."