He had not been entirely prepared for the speed in which Malia devoured that chicken. Frost glancing up and away from that fork he offered her only to see she was all but halfway through the meal. The equine all but considering disregarding that fork then, his eyes rolling slightly at yet for not at least he hardly commented. The man instead focusing upon eating his own meal. That salad far more appealing. Frost making mention of that cutlery only once Malia was down to those bones. He hardly saw any need to stop her from eating those, he supposed, that he had found at least one thing she was willing to eat was better then nothing. The man half contemplating whether she had ever even tried a vegetable within the entirety off her existence before the coyote declared humans 'to slow' when they ate. He had not considered, he supposed, that it was those very survival instincts that demanded she eat that food as swiftly as she did. That, perhaps, a trait unique to predators alone. A shortage of forage hardly an issue with his own species and yet he allowed his features to soften if only slightly, the man possessing a patience of sorts for his pack mates he did not for others.

"No one will take it from you."

He uttered simply, Frost hardly elaborating in any sense, the man leaving it at that alone for the girl to decide her own thoughts upon it. Those sorts of instincts after all did not fade easily. Frost merely allowing that idea to sit within her mind. The sound shout from somewhere to the side seeing his head lift, watching as a man snatched a bag from beside a woman and took off running, several other people giving chase. Well. This was not serving to prove his point. Frost sighing softly as Malia declared she was right and that this was survival of the fittest. He could hardly argue with her, he supposed. That was the most important fact of life any animal learned. His violet gaze returned to her then.

"That wasn't food he stole. I think your chicken remains safe."

His attention turned then to his own meal, Frost content to answers those questions he already knew existed within her mind as they did for most people. The world seeming largely unwilling to accept his vegetarianism or in the very least failing to understand it despite the fact he was a horse. That comment he had a weak stomach seeing his eyes roll, his lip quirking into a look almost playful.

"Plants are much more difficult to digest then meat- arguably, you have the weaker stomach."

He was willing to meeting her goading entirely head one, one eye arching slightly before he rose, gesturing then to that door before falling into step beside her upon the assurance she had nothing left to buy. The man content to remain beside her then as he led the way to the exit.

"No. No more stairs. Come on, home time."


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