we built this city on broken glass

There was something decidedly satisfying about the crunch of that flower. The stem holding just enough sweetness to offset that crunch while the petals were nothing short of smooth and decidedly tasty even if Frost refused to admit to that singular vice. Nadya had worked for weeks on those flowerbeds only to come in every few nights and complain that something was chewing at them. The hispanic woman had tried near every one of those treatments the garden store recommended for keeping away insects, birds and rabbits and yet still her flowers were pilfered. Not many stores, after all, sold something designed to keep away horses. Frost simply lacking the courage to admit to his own snacking tendencies- not after all this time. It was better, truly, if she simply continued to blame it upon some mysterious creature she could never capture. The sudden presence of Malia so witnessing that very destruction was unanticipated and yet Frost merely swallowed that final bite before turning his violet gaze upon her with that singular assurance that if she told Nadya off his deception he would see to her pelt decorating the floors of the home they shared as a rustic floor rug.

The young woman's near teasing wink was met with a roll of his own eyes. Frost unwilling to admit that, perhaps, she had him there when it came to having 'something on him'. The stallion mostly assured she would not seek to blackmail him against his own girlfriend and yet- Malia was cunning when she desired to be. It would be better if he kept an eye on her all the same- just in case she might decide to slip Nadya that information. Still, that ghost of a simper found his features all the same as he waved her out and onto the grass that now that she had managed to find some manner of clothing to drape over her figure. Frost querying whether or not she had been given the chance to experiment with her human figure yet, her answer perhaps already anticipated as she shook her head. For all the strength she held in her animal form (a truly respectable strength at that) she was utilising only half off her power by ignoring those human strengths. Frost hardly inclined to allow a member off his own pack not to address those weaknesses. Malia, thankfully, a willing student in this.

Those basics, it seemed, would be the best place to start when it came to a woman with no training at all. Frost so requesting she make that fist with her dominant hand, that puzzled look crossing her features before he simply offered that explanation of choosing the hand she used the most. The stallion unsurprised to note her choice in that right hand. The vast majority of beings in this world did tend to be right handed after all. Malia so doing as he commanded and making a fist then. The girl doing as so many had done before her and Frost himself had so mistakenly once done as well- tucking her thumb into her fingers. His hand reached out easily then, Frost gently taking her fist in his own hands only to lift her thumb and rest it on top off her other fingers with the singular assurance it would prevent those breaks. The stallion entirely off the belief that Malia could, and would, hit harder enough to injure herself if not shown the right technique. That snort from the woman prompting that lift off his own eye.

"Yes, it will heal, but why break it if you don't have too?"

It was easier, when it came to Malia, to meet her logic with his own. The woman liked sense. She liked practicality. A trait they both shared and one that spoke of those far more wild upbringings then most surely had. The wild had no time for detailed plans and the rules of combat. The wild relied on assurance of action and simple practicality. Frost simply seeking to present her with that now before inquiring whether she had ever been taught even these basics, her response prompting that ghost of a grin to his features once more as his shoulders rolled in a lighthearted shrug.

"All is fair in love and wall, Malia. By that notion I did not cheat. As for more advice, yes, Sensi has some more. Watching less television is merely the beginning of it. Wait here."

He never had truly understood that television himself. Nadya and Claire so having pestered him to buy one, the children too seeming to delight in it. Frost far more inclined to view it as incessant noise. He wandered easily away from the woman then and to the side of that garden shed, the man reaching down to hoist up one bale of hay in one arm, another bale in the other before striding back to Malia. That first bale of hay was stood lengthways, the second lifted to balance atop it to present the coyote with a rather long, tall, rectangular tower of hay. Frost dusting off his hands before coming to stand beside her then.

"For now, we will pretend this is your opponent. Hold your hand in a fist, like I showed up and aim for the center of the top bale, don't try to hit it to hard yet, get a feel for it first- it is far more solid then you think. When your ready, try and hit it hard enough to knock that first bale down."

Frost shifted but slightly to the side then, his arms folding across his chest with the clear intention to watch Malia work out how best to use her fists, the man content to merely observe her natural choice in stance and those first few strikes against the bale. The woman sure to find that hay not so nearly to strike down with a singular punch as she might have anticipated. A human body was more....difficult to master then an animal form. The war horse watching several more off her strikes before those easy words were uttered towards her.

"You have good natural aim, your very accurate, but your not using your body correctly and its halving your strength. Turn your body slightly side on. This time, when you punch, turn your body into it, put more of your weight behind it and I guarantee you will knock it down. Try again."

His violet gaze continued to linger upon her, letting the woman practice turning her body into that punch to feel how much more power was added to it in that fashion. Frost waiting for that hay bale to be veritable launched to the ground when that accuracy, power and stance so finally aligned to provide that correct strike. His head nodded in that rarely offered approval as he moved to lift that bale off the ground and stand it atop the other once more.

"Good. The more you practice the better at it you will get. Pretend for a minute now that these bales of hay are another human, where do you think the most effective places to hit another human would be? That is, where are a humans weak spots?"

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