His shoulder was the worst. That much he had decided in those precarious moments in which he'd managed to get away from the West side of town, no doubt leaving a blood trail in his wake and yet for now he hardly had the time to assess the impacts of that. The torn flesh of his right leg and the punctured sole of that same foot had made walking a particularly arduous task. His limp having gotten only more severe the further he travelled and yet his own healing powers were already rapidly beginning to clot the blood and lessen that inflammation. His cut sides, lacerated open by Tetradore's claws and attempts to climb him like a veritable tree were already partially closed along with those puncture marks from the cats teeth yet his shoulder was refusing to heal. That acidic saliva continuing to burn at the flesh as fast as it healed, that stallion afforded the barest moment of pain relief and the hopes that this time the wound would manage to close only to have it torn open again mere moments later by water toxin the other Alpha had managed to force into his system. The chance of it scaring, he supposed, was decidedly strong, his teeth gritting together as that shoulder wound began to bleed all over again. Fucking cats.

It is only the sound of someone else approaching that sees the snowy-haired man look up, one hand resting upon the nearest picket fence- taking the weight off his injured leg if only for a moment, assured that this surely had to be Edie and yet that bond that so tethered him to his Beta seemed to indicate she was still on her way, not yet this close, the violet of his gaze cast upwards at the woman adorned in jogging pants and a t-shirt as she rounded the corner- her attention held entirely upon her ipod as she ran. At least until her gaze fell upon his own battered, shirtless form, a gasp of sorts falling from her lips followed by a series of womanly exasperations and the assurance she would phone him an ambulance. He had already killed one being tonight- did another really matter? Wasn't this how it had all started before? His lips pull into a thin, tight line at that internal dilemma, whatever morals existed for the often emotionless individual seeming to flicker somewhere within him before the man simply casts them aside. His own affinity extends flawlessly now, ensnaring the woman so busily attempting to phone him an ambulance, several of the wounds upon his own form rapidly beginning to heal- passed directly onto the unfortunate woman instead, her panicked shrieks echoing around that otherwise empty street. His sides entirely healed now, his leg feeling far more useful and yet his shoulder still remained untouched. Even his powers, it seemed, incapable of shifting that wound- violet eyes narrowed in some vague display of derision before Edie's presence was so distinctly felt. For several moments still the man merely continues to watch the woman before him as she clutches at her leg and sides in some efforts to stem the spontaneous bleeding she seemed to be afflicted with, her plea seemingly incapable of moving him in any fashion before what little of his violet gaze could be seen fell upon Edie as she rushed forward and towards him, one hand gesturing loosely to the woman upon the street. His words as entirely soft and chilled as they always had been.

"She called an ambulance for me. I thought they might be disappointed where they to arrive here and find I hardly needed them, I thought perhaps she might find more use for them."

He hardly anticipates Edie to argue, after all the woman would hardly die- he had simply needed her health in that moment, at least enough so he might make the walk home and allow his own natural healing a better chance of working, his shoulder a bloodied mess that had become entirely to painful to lift and yet still....still the image of Tetradores still form erupting into flames lingered within his mind. He had never incinerated anyone before, at least not to the extent they had burst into flames, Frost considering for perhaps the first time that his power was significantly more extensive then he believed- else significantly more out of control in those few moments in which he so descended into the very creature they had designed him to be. How pleased they would have been with him tonight and how he hated even that consideration all at once, the barest glimmer of frustration touching his features once more before he moved to step forward, the barest of limp still visible in his gait and yet with Edie beside him there was a certain sense of security to be found.

"Come, we need to keep moving, I shall explain to you how this occurred on the way, I have little desire to deal with any more humans here and now and I shall need you to assist with my shoulder. It will not heal and I cannot transfer it, there is acid of a sort in it."

He offers no further explanation then that, the man decidedly business-like in his approach here and now, Frost determined to simply reach his home with Edie's assistance, the man wincing ever so slightly at the pull of that damaged muscle, relying on his Beta in that moment to be aware of their surroundings, his own thoughts continuing to turn within his mind. This images of Nadya continuing to afflict him before those cold words parted his lips once more- his home finally within sight.

"Edie."

His gaze drops briefly to her own, watching that Englishwoman from beneath that forelock of bloodied white hair, the time had come, it would seem- to see just how loyal his Beta was and to test her own skills in what was to come.

"Tetradore, the Alpha of the Nightshade pack, is dead. I killed him."