If there was anything he might be inclined to agree upon with the dog it was surely that his acting skills were sub-par. Pretending never had been his skill, despite what so many others might be inclined to believe. Frost very rarely anything other than honest- in one way or another. He was, for the most part, simply decidedly good at concealing it else merely allowing others to believe incorrectly off him without seeing any need to correct them. It was hardly lying, no, it was simply....evasion of the truth. Her words stirring that amusement to his features all the same before that matter of shifting makes itself apparent. The intrigue in the woman decidedly clear now, perhaps foolishly so, her interest in what he might offer her if he is so inclined truly clear even despite her assurance she had heard at least some of what he had to say from other Weres in the city already. It was hardly surprising, there were other packs here, other Alphas, other loners too who might be inclined to merely help the girl from the goodness of their hearts and yet really he held so little interest in that. Goodness so rarely got anyone anywhere. His help so often coming with a price, one those worthy of his time were willing enough to pay. Those who were not were of little interest to him. Her query as to how he could change so swiftly is met with the lift of his shoulders in that ever callous shrug though he does, this time, afford her an actual answer.

"I was born a Were, I learned to control my shift as a child. It's simply a matter of learning how."

Her disdain for being called 'puppy' was hardly missed, the girl taking that time to assure him she was a young adult at best, those violet eyes rolling softly beneath that fringe of thick, white hair and yet he offers no outward response to her all the same. Whatever her so-called pack had told her in any sense seemed hardly worth the time to repeat. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, that she had been raised by a group of genuine wild dogs- else those whom had split from humanity so desperately long that they no longer remembered who or what they were. Some species seemed entirely more prone to it than others, canines, felines and horses perhaps the most inclined to return to those more feral ways when given the chance, else when forced to remain in that animal skin for any length of time and yet, somehow, this one had so seemed to possess the skill to realise her own difference. She was intelligent then, or at least, intelligent enough to be of use to him in some sense. Her excitement at the prospect of him teaching her met with a simple nod. Frost, if anything, entirely true to his word when it was given.

She was surprisingly eager however, to take him up upon that challenge for nothing less than her own freedom and yet this sought of battle, one purely about dominance and submission was hardly foreign to him. This was a world even he understood perhaps as well as she. Ah, but they were far more similar then he cared to admit. Frost seeing little need to allow even himself those comparisons before the dog suddenly took it upon herself to launch her own first assault, Frost taken entirely off guard by her sudden decision, those teeth clamping onto his ankle, the damned creature attempting to haul his leg out from underneath him. The dog surprisingly strong for her size and against his own human form, a grunt of irritation forced from his lips before his human skin rapidly gives what to that far more powerful equine form. The limb she holds is no longer that delicate, human skin and bone. Her jaws clamped around that horribly thick feathering, tugging uselessly now at little more than his fur as he merely watches her efforts. His own form well over sixteen hundred pounds. Her efforts to move his leg almost......cute. His own head lowers then, one large, violet eye so meeting her own as she clings still to that thick feathering, watching her beneath that forelock of snowy hair before he reaches readily to try to grasp at her scruff, attempting to hoist her upward like the pup she was and afford her quite a good shake before tossing her aside. Ears pricking forward in some vague look of curiosity as to how long she would keep up this idea she might somehow knock him down. It was almost.....fun really. If only he was inclined to fun.

I will accept your submission at any time, but by all means, keep trying.