we built this city on broken glass

Frost was hardly the sought of man to offer praise willingly- or frequently. It was simply not in his nature. He was, at his core, a practical being. Praise was offered when praise was deserved. Kind words were a rare thing and yet, today, Malia deserved those words. She was a dedicated learner and a fast learner at that when she was inclined to listen. Frost content to praise that very skill here and now. Even when she hardly understood the why behind his lessons she strove to complete them all the same. It was an admirable trait and one that would serve her well. By the time they were done he would ensure she was ready to face the world and everything in it. She would not be like him, forced to fumble and stumble her way through it without any assistance and that fear of being hunted clawing at her back. As long as he lived he would not allow any member of his pack, his family, to be vulnerable when they didn't need to be.

Her first powerful strike against that hay bale sent it catapulting across the yard. Frost eyeing that toppled practice dummy with a mild intrigue and approving nod before he moved to retrieve it once more and return it to its position atop the other. He could feel that young woman's pride in herself near beaming through that pack bond and yet he hardly made any comment on it. The stallion content to allow her to enjoy those feelings and keep them to herself as he moved to stand before her once more, his arms folded across his chest. The equine, this time, determined to have her list those human weak points and ideal targets for her strikes. He hardly anticipated that image of sorts to flicker within his own mind, one conjured, surely, by Malia's own and yet Frost was almost certain he had never seen that man she pictured before. Was this, perhaps, the being she disappeared at night to visit? He had certainly smelled others on her before, that pack bond capable of giving him all the information he might desire let along his affinity for minds and yet- so long as Malia's extra-curricular activities hardly impacted the pack itself he saw little need to pry. She was as entitled to her privacy as he was.

The idea of that man within her mind was cast aside for now, Frost listening instead as Malia considered those weak places she might find on a human body. Many of them, Frost willing to admit, sharing the same locations as a canine. Those critical places that would do the most damage must the same, Malia holding a decent grip upon that very knowledge as Frost nodded once more in agreement. The stallion paused to add several more to that list along with that information in regards to those more...vulnerable areas so present on men in particular. Malia's features scrunching at the mere thought before querying whether or not she should simply grab the appendage. Frost allowing one eye to raise in distinct surprise. Hmm. Perhaps this boy and her had been having rather a good time together. Frost hardly inclined to comment upon it now, the man allowing that thin tendril of amusement to quirk at his lips all the same.

"It tends to only 'stick up' as you put it, at very specific times. Usually when around a woman. It is however, very sensitive, grabbing it in a non-gentle fashion will certainly achieve a reaction but your best bet is to knee or kick a man in his groin. It will bring him down every single time, I promise you that."

That faint amusement found his lips once more before he moved to stand beside her now and work on that very kicking she had seemed so keen to learn. Kicking, for his own species, was near as natural as breathing- that very skill easily transferable to his human form and by that notion alone the man was assured she could be taught in turn. He ran easily through the idea of that kick, the way to stand and where to aim before stepping back to let the canine try for herself. Kicking, it seemed, did not come as naturally to the woman as punching. She was unbalanced, awkward and quickly frustrated by her own lack of success. Frost continued to circle around her then, eyeing that technique in the same silent manner he did most things and yet- it was hardly a comment upon her kicking that left his lips then. Those cool, smooth lyrics inquiring instead after that man once more. Frost gesturing for her to keep practicing as she spoke. His question quite clearly throwing her off guard and yet Frost remained impassive all the same.

Henry. He remembered that name. More than that, he remembered Tetradore talking about him. The boy was Tet's vector no less. How intriguing. Frost momentarily curious as to whether or not Tetradore was aware of this....relationship of sorts between their respective subordinates. Just what that relationship was however remained to be seen, the woman quick to assure they weren't dating and that this Henry was in love with someone else. That statement alone, perhaps, insighting the stallions curiosity more than anything else. Malia aiming another, stronger kick at that bale then.

"Try standing still, lift your leg to touch the bale right in the place you want to kick it and bring your leg down then do it again. Get used to simply touching that spot you want then steadily put more force and speed behind it. As I said before, kicking is less accurate, it is the price to be paid for more force so work on accuracy first. As for Henry...."

Frost paused a moment longer, arms folded back across his chest as he near seemed to consider those very words he sought to offer. If this Henry was sleeping with Malia while so supposedly 'in love' with someone else it spoke ill off his character to begin with. Frost hardly concerned for what some fool of a boy did to ruin his own relationships, rather, he was reluctant to allow Malia, his Malia, to be used in any fashion. If the woman hardly minded though then that was her concern alone. He would hardly commanded her to do otherwise. After all he hardly knew the finer points of that relationships. Still, her safety in this remained his concern.

"It's good you have made a friend, Malia. Tetradore told me about Henry the last time we spoke. What you and Henry choose to do with one another is your own business, but, if you are sleeping with him, that is having sex, mating, whichever word you understand better and he is, as you say, in love with, or involved with someone else then be careful. Humans are jealous creatures and if this other woman of Henry's was to find out she may not take kindly to you. Humans, you see, have a belief that when you are dating someone you shouldn't have sex with anyone else but that person."

He was hardly chastising the woman in any sense, rather, he sought to explain that decidedly human idea of monogamy to her so that she might make more informed choices for herself in the future. If she chose to keep sleeping with Henry then so be it. At least she would know those risks and pitfalls of relationships all the same. Frost frowning slightly once more before further considering those words. The man sighing before finally uttering those words.

"If you do chose to have sex with Henry again, or any other man, make sure he uses protection, alright? You have been using it, haven't you? Condoms?"

This was one of the more...awkward conversations off his life and yet he simply refused to leave the woman unprepared for that world at large, these the sort of life lessons her parents could not teach her and as such, here and now, it fell to him. Those violet eyes glanced upward once more now, Frost watching her from beneath that strange, snowy white hair. The man near hoping she had some understanding of what he was talking about in the least lest he be spared the expense of attempting to explain in more detail. His head nodded back to that hay then.

"Keep going, your aim is improving."

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