For all the misguided teachings it would seem this girl had been subject to at the paws of her pathetic coyote pack it would seem she understood perhaps what so few truly did, she understood that simplicity of the law of the wild. That nothing was given for free. That those who offered you free help from the 'goodness of their hearts' were liars through and through. Frost had understood as such from his earliest days, this woman, perhaps, the first in several years to show that she too- held some perception of the real world. It was impressive, in a fashion. She alone holding that intelligence to see his own in turn. Nothing was ever free, those who believed it were fools. It was honesty, his own form of honesty, that saw him offer the exchange of knowledge for a favour. She the first not to look upon him as if it were he whom attempted to blindside her in some fashion. How rare it was to find another who understood the laws of nature rather then allow herself to be blinded by those morals of society that simply did not understand those instinctive ways. Maybe she was more valuable then she seemed. Her question upon how she would know just what sort of Were she was seeing a curious tilt of his head before those cool lyrics rang out once more.

"To turn a human into a Were takes only an injection of saliva into the bloodstream of the human, the Were must be in animal form to perform it though, so chances are you would have some mark in the least were a coyote the one to bite you. Turned Were however are slaves to the moon, at least for several years, they are forced into their animal form at a fool moon and forced out of it once more with no control. Considering you have never been human- you were not bitten. Either both your parents are WereCoyote or at least one is."

His shoulders lift in a shrug of sorts, offering her those entirely truthful words, allowing her to process them anyway she chose as the violet of his gaze lingered upon her still, so silently observing those small, quick movements of her form. The assurance within her own mind of her impending victory over him an almost amusing thing that sees but the faintest quirk of his lips threaten to overcome his features before it softly fades once more. It was hardly a surprise that she might choose to engage him in this form of single combat. Was there not honesty, a truly raw honesty, to so having her submit to him because he proved himself worthy of it? For all he might be, for all they said of him, there was a distinct part within the stallion so willing to respect those age-old customs of submission and domination. It was the very manner in which things had worked within his own homeland and indeed, he suspected, within her pack. The strongest lead. If he desired to acquire her he need only prove he was superior, her confidence almost endearing even if misguided. The girl, as so many before her, so underestimating his species. Very well.

Her teeth clamp painfully to his leg and yet the pain of those punctures is but fleeting in the wake of his own transition from man to beast. His limbs replaced with those far larger, far more powerful limbs of the draft stallion he so personified. Thick, heavy pale feathering guarding each one and filling her mouth, softening both her bite and her hold until she was little more than a bothersome flea as his own large head lowered to eye her through that single good eye. His gaze hidden as always beneath that white forelock. His lips part to reach for her scruff, merely intending to lift her upward like a toy and cast her aside. If the woman so required any lessons this evening it was surely that her power was not nearly as potent as she believed it to be. Perhaps she was the most powerful creature within her pack and yet her pack was nothing. Her pack was no one. Within the expanse of this mere city alone she would meet a thousand Were-fighters surely more powerful than she. Such a difficult lesson to learn and yet too- he saw no harm in so testing her. In allowing her to display just what she was capable off. His teeth snap at empty air, the little creature swinging a paw towards him, colliding with his jaw more solidly then he had anticipated, his head shaking as he lifts it upward with a grunt of annoyance- watching the girl scamper hurriedly away and towards a tree. It was with no small measure of curiosity that he watched the girl launch herself at the tree, using it as a kick-bounce of sorts to gain the height to land upon his back. Hmm. Intriguing.

A snort of irritation rips itself free from nostrils as those canine teeth bite into the crest of his neck, managing to find flesh between that overly thick mane and bring blood to the surface. It was clever, of that he could hardly deny and yet dogs so lacked the claws of cats, dogs holding no ability to cling to his back. Frost entirely content to make use of that, ears pinning back against his skull, allowing her teeth to press deeper and deeper before he each muscle within his form so suddenly contracted, form propelled forward, launched upwards into a single, wicked buck aimed to launch the dislodge the girl from his back with no true means to hang on save for the teeth embedded in his crest. Frost's head swung wildly now- aiming entirely to hurl the poor clinging creature in every direction before both forelegs are brought suddenly upward, head and neck lowered as he does, seeking to catch her with a foreleg and slam her already jolted little form into the ground beneath him. Horses, after all, so unlike so many other hooved animals are entirely dangerous from both ends.

If the girl so happened to fall beneath him the stallion moved to shift, lifting his heavy hooves to prevent him breaking those bones entirely as he stepped over her. Head merely shaking to relieve that annoying bite her teeth had left in his crest. Reaching his back at all however- had been at least decently impressive.