He had not truly suspected any further detail from the woman. If she had been confused about the term 'assholes' then she was sure to be confused about anything pertaining to them. It was frustrating in some sense and yet a lesson was surely learned all the same. Malia hardly seeming the type of girl to allow herself to make the same error twice. Next time, if there ever was one, the stallion remained assured his newfound companion would likely take note of her captors. Even if only the scent of them, else some other distinguishing detail. The single piece of information she could provide him seemingly that they owned a van and yet within a city this size it was likely several thousand people owned vans. Frost unlikely to find the culprit. The equine so forced to admit defeat of sorts in this even if it displeased him to do so. His head simply nodded. Frost perhaps surprisingly...protective when he might choose to be. Malia was valuable after all. The man ill inclined to be lose her to some obscure group of men.

"If you recall anything of them simply let me know. If I can I will find them for you and see to it they bother you no longer."

His hand waved almost dismissively then, casting the subject aside before seizing upon that next topic of her ever curious mind. That she knew not how to create more of her own kind outside of that more traditional breeding was not truly unsurprising given the gaps in her knowledge she had already displayed and yet, this evening, unlike the last- the stallion found himself more inclined to patience with the woman. His words were steady, even, affording her every opportunity to query them further as he afforded her the truth of her abilities. He kept his affinity from her in those moments, making no effort to pry at those personal thoughts and yet even without acknowledging the insight he might well have had that look upon her face perhaps gave away some inclination to what turned below the surface. He would hardly be surprised in any sense had the girl accidentally created several other Coyote either through accident or attack. Such information offered to her now for the first time sure to prompt some internal consideration. Frost merely allowing her those thoughts in silence for several moments before assuring her that a coyote would always beget a coyote. His tone so evidently having displeased her, a snort of amusement drawn from within him at her sharp retort. A true little spitfire she was, when she tried and yet far more entertaining than he was sure Alexis would have ever been. How much wasted potential that fox was! He cast his own thoughts away then, violet gaze lifted back to her own beneath that strange snowy white hair.

"Coyotes are more powerful together, yes, but those newly turned as I said, are of little use to anyone. If you wish to create yourself an army that way then so be it, but beware the consequence."

He doubted, truly, that the woman had any intention of such and yet he sought to remove such thoughts even before they could take hold. He had seen Weres try to create their own packs before by changing humans with purposeful intent. It so rarely worked out well and a newly turned Were was a vulnerable one. A chaotic and uncontrollable one. A waste of time in most instances and yet perhaps there were exceptions. Still, he allowed her the privacy of her own considerations all the same. Another lesson learned- or so it would seem- before he found his way into his chair. If she could master that change without his assistance it would be all the better. She had been born a Were and by that notion alone, once learned, that shift would come easily to her until it took barely a thought to bring it about. He was hardly oblivious to the doubt she seemed to have in his methods as she stared at her hands and yet the stallion was rather confident in them all the same. Despite all that might be said of him the man was knowledgeable in more ways of the world then he ever truly cared to display. Even if he had learned most of them himself and more often than not- in the hardest way possible.

His gaze simply lingered upon her then, offering a word of encouragement here or there, the man so unfailingly calm in all things as that shift finally begun to take hold, fading in and out with her will power and too that inevitable effort to spare herself the pain that came with it. It would hurt every time and for the rest of her life and yet, with practice, those shifts would be swifter and smother. It would become bearable, if anything. Her sudden scream saw both his eyes lift upward, the man turning to glance at the window if only to make sure his neighbours were not about to come running. That fresh wave of pain seeing Malia lose focus, her hands beginning to revert back to human- she had been so close too. The man scowling, lips parting only to find the woman summon her own grit once more. Hmm. How impressive. She truly did have some spine about her. He remained quiet all the same- offering presence rather than words as her form finally gave way to its animal figure. The coyote near collapsed upon the rug, breathing heavily for several moments before her eyes seemed to open at last, the realisation that she had returned to her animal state seeming to delight her as she picked herself up. A simper tugging lightly at his lip in some display of satisfaction with her efforts. His last words, it seemed, had hardly been lost on her. His eyes rolling now. Typical. Women. They always heard the one part that so pertained to them else the part they could toss back at him.

"It was merely an observation of how fortunate you are not to weight sixteen hundred pounds in your animal form. It's not fat- its muscle- I assure you. Even so, the more you practice shifting the easier it will become. It will always hurt- that will never change. You will become faster at it though and the swifter and smother you are the less time it will have to hurt you."

If that was not incentive enough to learn to control her abilities then he was not assured what was. The stallion remained silent for several moments longer, as if contemplating something, his features frowning slightly- those next words little more than a mutter as if he hardly desired she might hear them.

"You did well."

Praise. Who would have thought? The man fixating his attention elsewhere as if he had hardly uttered it at all, one hand running through his hair, offering her a full view of his features if only for a moment before that hair fell back into place once more.

"I was going to offer to take you shopping- though if you'd rather spend the day sniffing trees I suppose that is acceptable."



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