He waits in those few moments of silence that follow for the little fox whom he had become rather fond off, even worried for in her absence, to decide whether or not she intended to come in our remain outside in the rain and chill. His form crouched easily to her own level, Frost willing, on occasion, to be almost.....kind when it came to those whom belonged to him. His words remained as cool and calm as always, his sentence decidedly open as if to afford her the choice of her next actions- one eye arching upwards in expectation somewhere beneath that mop of white hair that tumbled into his gaze so haphazardly. She shifted then, at last, pressing her nose into his knee in some token of affection as his hand reached out to rest atop her head, caressing the dirty fur there a moment as she rubbed against his limbs before heading inside. Frost standing to follow a moment later, tat back door closed behind him. The photograph she clutched within her jaws was hardly missed and yet for now the man saw little need to inquire of it, merely following behind her as she made her way into the living room to place it upon a table nearby.

The violet of his gaze drifted briefly toward it, scanning across it and yet it meant truly little to the stallion. His attention returning to the fox upon his rug as his arms folded across his chest, the man leaning back against the frame of the door- affording her that space as he watched her frame bend and buckle before finally giving way to her human form. His features frowned at the sight of her. Claire was wet, dirty, her hands and feet attempting to heal those numerous small bruises and cuts. A part of the man displeased to see his pack mate in that condition as he lent away from the door frame, a soft sigh parting his lips as he moved towards her, ignoring her nakedness entirely as she slung that blanket across her frame, wrapping it about her. His affinity moved to embrace her as he approached, twisting about her to wrap her frame in warmth and chase away any lingering chill before one hand reached to grasp her own. Frost gently turning her palm over to examine those small wounds.

"My, my, what have you done, Little Refur?"

His words were quiet as always, his hand releasing her own as the violet of his gaze rose to meet her own, clearly anticipating some explanation for her battered hands and dirtied appearance- the man already considering attempting to at least coax her towards having a shower and finding her some clothing. For all those whom seemed determined to believe him heartless there was a part of him, in the least, that remained dedicated to those of value or meaning to him. Claire surely one of these beings. His lips parted, a command upon his lips to send her upstairs before that knock on the door saw his head turn. Those softly uttered words of query were as hoarse as he earlier hello, as if Claire had failed to use her voice in days and yet once more he made no query of it. She would tell him when it suited her to do so or when she was capable of it.

"Perhaps we ought to see."

He stepped away from the vixen now. Frost hardly anticipating guests this evening and with all that had gone on with Tetradore of late the stallion found his plethora of powers summoned into readiness once more just in case he should be forced to strike. That mind that lingered upon the other side of the door however was...unfamiliar. Not unknown, no, how curious. Someone he had met before then. His power withdrew, drawn back to himself as he reached for the door to swing it open, what little could be seen of his gaze falling upon that woman he remembered from a night like this so long ago. Both eyes lifted upward in surprise and perhaps some vague look of curiosity as he regarded the woman and yet for now he remained within that doorway, leaving little room for Claire to peer out around him and eye that woman. That vaguest touch of a simper at last tracing his lips.

"Now then, what brings you to my door tonight, hmm?"

How fortunate he was to have two young women at his door tonight.


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