we built this city on broken glass

He had a distinct inability to believe she was even remotely comfortable sleeping in that position, half her body was buried beneath a mountain of blankets while one foot poked from beneath it at the sort of angle that made it almost impossible to deduce what position her body was actually in. Women, he suspected, held some ability to sleep in any position they fell in. Nadya much the same. His girlfriend possessing the unique ability to start off in one half of the bed and entirely overtake it halfway through the night. That disgruntled groan he was rewarded with only prompted the vague lift of his eye. Malia nestling herself further beneath those quilts before that very threat to freeze her feet seemed to suddenly inspire some measure of wakefulness within her. Fancy that. Those blankets were thrown back a moment later, Malia dressed in little more then her underwear and yet Frost had long since become used to seeing one of more of his female pack members in such a state, the man hardly concerned for her appearance now. At least not until her declaration she was ready to 'kick something'- that yawn still on her lips as she cracked her body into place.

"While I enjoy your enthusiasm, see about finding yourself some pants and a shirt first, Malia. Then you can kick something. I'll meet you in the backyard in a few minutes. "

That flicker of a simper managed to find his lips once more. Frost turning then to step out of the room and afford her that privacy to finish getting dressed as he made his way downstairs, through the kitchen and out that back door into the backyard. Nadya had, of late, been working diligently on those flowerbeds that ran along the fenceline, his girlfriend having planted endless rows of those bright coloured flowers, watering them determinedly every other day only to wonder why half of them never seemed to grow. Perhaps he should admit to his own deception in this and yet having Nadya sore at him over it seemed such an inconvenience. Perhaps it was better she never knew the truth, or else remained content to blame a hoard of non-existent rabbits. The stallion paused then, glancing over his shoulder once more before reaching down the snap the stem of one of those flowers. That rather delectable treat lifted to his lips as the head of the coloured flower was neatly bitten off and satisfyingly crunched. Frost turning fully then to spy Malia standing just outside the back door. His features frowning as the rest of that stem was slipped between his lips.

"If you tell Nadya I am the one eating her flowers I will turn you into a coyote skin rug."

He would never hear the end of it if that was the case. Frost beckoning Malia toward him then, now that the woman had found some semblance of clothing. The stallion leading her toward the centre of that open grass area now, the pair afforded plenty of space as Frost easily rolled his shoulders in preparation for that workout of sorts he was rather assured he was about to receive. He had several movements he himself desired to try and yet, perhaps it was better to start with those veritable basics for Malia herself. What the woman know of how to use her human body offensively he hardly knew and yet he suspected most, if not all of Malia's battles had been fought and won as a coyote.

"Have you ever tried to fight anyone in your human skin before?'

Her singular run in with those hunters, he suspected, had been her only real attempt and that encounter had hardly gone in her favour. If she was going to exist in this human world she might as well learn how to use her human body to the fullest extent of its capabilities.

"Are you right or left handed? Make a fist for me with your dominant hand- the hand you use to write with or do most things with. Good, but you've made a mistake, here..."

He waited only so long as it took the woman to hold up that chosen hand and bunch her fingers into that requested fist. Frost reaching forward to take her hand in his own in that moment, pulling her thumb out from beneath her other fingers to rest it on top. That fisr far more formidable now as the stallion released his pack-mates hand.

"If you tuck your thumb in like that, when you hit someone, you will break your own thumb. Believe me, I learned that one the hard way. Has anyone taught you any of this before?"

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