She was far more agile then himself in this form, far faster and yet most creatures were- at least over a short distance. His own equine form far more suited to feats of endurance or those longer distance sprints once such a heavy frame could build up that speed. Close range fighting was hardly his true strength and yet for now Frost paid such obvious advantages or disadvantages little heed. Indeed he was far more inclined to merely see what the little dog could do. There was something to be admired in both her creativity and too her simple show of spine. There was a wildness to her and yet a fearlessness too, one the man found almost attractive in the same fashion he so admired it within Nadya. How appealing it was to find a woman inclined to show a little spark. More then that, a little intelligence, as she vaults from that tree onto his rather broad back, attempting to find purchase though his overly thick mane to bite into the flesh of his crest, a sharp, niggling sort of injury it was, a grunt of sorts forced from his lips and yet he simply waits until he feels her teeth dig in, until leaping clear would be more than a little difficult for her. Frost intending to punish her entirely for daring to rest upon his back as each of those iron hard muscles seems to coil, his form launched upward in a rather wicked buck before he lands with that bone shattering force only to swing his head almost wildly, bringing up his hooves in the same moment in an effort to strike her fleeing form as she sprung from his back. At least one hoof finds its mark, the full weight of him crushing down on that delicate tail, something distinctly crunching within it even though it had hardly been his true intention, for once, to maim to girl. She had simply been to slow, his own momentum hardly capable of stopping and yet by that same token he afforded it little thought. Injury was injury. If she was half the girl he was beginning to believe she was than such a wound would merely be another battle scar to add.

Her little nips however, were becoming a problem, his own ears lacing backwards again as she lunged suddenly upward and towards his neck, Frost pressing back upon his hind legs, lifting his forelegs from the earth to rear upward and fling his head clear- both forelegs struck forward to collide with her should she prove to slow. Her teeth snapping at that empty air. His own form crashed back down and yet the heavy, muscular weight of his equine frame was hardly quick enough to avoid her second assault of teeth. Those sharp teeth bit into the soft flesh behind his left foreleg, this bite by far the more painful of any dished out so far, blood flecking the white of his pelt, an angry squeal forced from his lips as he plunged forward entirely upon instinct and yet it would hardly do to have her think she could defeat him. The girl having proven far better then he'd anticipated. He had surely let her get away with too much and yet she was faster than he had believed, more skilful than any other Were so far in knowing just where to bite. She did not waist her time on rump of chest or those areas most Were made the mistake of striking in the belief it would do more damage only to find those thick, fleshy areas hard to penetrate and their own forms bludgeoned beneath his hooves. She was smarter than that. Else her years of living wild had taught her where to place her bites, the torn flesh behind his limb irritating and sore.

His form pivots sharply now, lurching forward into a sudden canter, Frost charging right for the coyote now with little to no warning, entirely content to run it down should her need, his forelegs swung forward, extending clip at her heels else send her tumbling from her feet before his head snaked down- aiming again to grasp her scruff and lift her into the air before launching her right at the nearest tree with every intention of finishing this completely. The scent of his own blood never was pleasant.

You are far better than I expected, I will give you that much.

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