we built this city on broken glass

Frost lent easily back against that window sill, his arms folded across his chest as his violet gaze peered down into the garden below- watching as Nadya worked diligently on those flower beds. He could hardly help the frown that came to his features at the sight of whatever it was she was adding to the soil. The last growth enhancer the woman had tried had tasted decidedly unpleasant and forced him to bite off only the tops of those flowers leave half the plant still in the soil. The very sort of evidence he disliked leaving behind and yet his girlfriend had readily assumed it to be some other animal. He'd gone so far as to allow himself to be dragged outside to viewed those ravaged flower beds and nibbled on vegetables. Frost content to allow her to believe a rather large rabbit or perhaps even a deer had managed to venture into the garden at night. A part of him, perhaps, felt some touch of....remorse over his continual eating of her hard work and yet he had carried on with such a habit for so long now he was hardly willing to reveal the truth either. All this time he had thought he was a decently courageous being, clearly he was otherwise when it came to facing his girlfriends wrath. It was better, surely, just to let her continue her battle against the imagined garden pests then face her irritation. He would need to leave those new flowers for a few days in the least to bolster her confidence. Perhaps he could leave one or two if she valued them this much. In the least Malia had kept her word and kept silent about her knowledge on the whole affair.

The white-haired stallion had only just begun to contemplate which flowers he was inclined to allow to survive when the tug of that pack bond that interlaced each member to himself and each other in turn so began to hum. He knew each of those invisible threads near intimately. Each of them holding a slightly different feel he had become attuned to over time. The thread that called today was one that had been silenced by distance for well over a month. Frost glancing toward his own bedroom door as the sound of the front door opening downstairs brought with it that assurance he already knew. Scarlett had returned. The barest hint of a simper seemed to touch his features if only for a moment. The often apathetic man not unwilling to admit the satisfaction he found in having another member of his pack returned to him and within his reach once more. Scarlett's arrival, it seemed, had acted as a summons of sort for the rest off his unruly band. The sound of that back door closing was followed by those girlish squeals of delight from Nadya, the giggle of the children echoing up those stairs in turn. Nadya and Scarlett had always related well to one another. His girlfriend clearly pleased in the return of the other woman.

Frost eased himself away from the window then, the equine paused at his wardrobe to select a white cotton shirt from it, the material slid easily over his fit figure before his fingers begun to deftly do up those buttons. The war horse was, for now, content to let his girls have their excitable reunion and enjoy that moment with one another. That very excitement women seemed capable of summoning was still something of a mystery to him. Frost near infamous for his own lack of emotion in general even if he was....trying when it came to his pack. Those social nuances still baffling to him to a large degree. His features so often defaulting to that stoicism that seemed to define him regardless of the emotion he felt. His fingers paused upon that final button then, his head lifting from that task only for his features to frown slightly at that feel of Malia approaching. That tether that connected him to the Coyote near thrumming with a discontent of sorts. Any effort he might have made to further analyse that very feeling was subdued by the sudden feel of another presence within his home and territory. A Were not off his pack existing within that space. That very presence surely the prompt for that tug from Nadya.

That final button was quickly done up as the stallion turned and headed for the landing, his bedroom door closed behind him as he made his way towards the stairs that led down to the kitchen and adjoining living room. His violet gaze settling on that group of people gathered, his attention shifting quickly to that newcomer near nestled against the wall beside Malia. His affinity reached easily for her, those thoughts that catapulted through her mind offering him that swift and singular insight into her intent here. Frost near unable to prevent that slight quirk off his lip as his mind drew away from her own and left her thoughts in peace. If this girl was dangerous- then he was Father Christmas.

She is safe, Naja. Her intention is honest, I can see it.

Those very words were offered to Nadya's mind alone. Frost attempting to assure his girlfriend of the safety of herself, her children and those other packmates. Nadya was, as any good mother, wary of anyone new whom pressed into the territory that held her children. Frost hardly faulting her there. Nadya was, just as Malia, defense of that pack and yet in this Frost was near assured of Malia's own judgement. The coyote was clever and a good judge of character. If Malia had brought someone home then it was for a purpose. Frost content in that. Yet some matters required his attention before others. Frost allowed that rarely-seen smile to find his lips as he approached that group, that snow white hair falling over his violet eyes as it often did.

"Scar, it's good to have you home."

His hand reached to rest briefly on her shoulder in that touch of subtle affection. Frost hardly one for grand gestures in any sense. His head nodded to the young blonde woman as he did. She looked exceptional, travelling it seemed, readily agreed with her. He had known where Scarlett had been each day of that trip and too he held faith in her ability to take care of herself yet still there was a rightness, a satisfaction, in having his pack united once more.

"You will have to tell us of your trip- although before you do, this is Malia, a WereCoyote who joined us while you were away. She is a skilled hunter and fighter who will not hold back from telling you what she thinks..."

His gaze shifted to Malia then, one eye raised slightly, as if those very words were both praise and but a subtle reminder of her manners for now. Malia, after all, was prone to informing others of exactly what she thought of them. Frost unwilling to deal with a verbal fallout at this very moment. He could feel that discontent within that pack bond between himself and the coyote and yet here and now was hardly the time to address it directly even if he well understood her issue. Loyalty was one of Malia most prominent traits- and a good one at that.

"Malia, this is Scarlett, a WereWolf. After suffering a loss of family she travelled, with my permission, to see more of our country. She has an affinity I think you will take interest in."

With those introductions made the stallion was content to leave the women to decide for themselves where they stood with one another. Attempting to force those relationships would do little good. They would arrange themselves, in their own time, Frost inclined to step in only if they presented a danger to one another else that irritated him enough to prompt his hand. The stallion holding faith in Scarlett's good nature and Malia's good reasoning to find good terms in time. Frost at last turned then to the red-haired woman pressed against the far wall, his features giving little away and yet his figure remained relaxed all the same as he eyed her. The stallion shifted away from Scarlett then as Micah and Isabella begun to pull things out of her bags with great delight, Frost moving to stand before Malia and her guest. Those cool words at last falling from him.

"You must be a friend of Malia's I presume?"

He paused, glancing between both women then, assured one of them would offer him some reply before he held his hand out towards the red-haired woman now, his gaze lingering upon her hair. The colour a true rarity where he was from. In fact, he could hardly remember meeting another with such hair- his own normally the oddity others stared at. Frost offering her that hand shake.

"I'm Frost and this is my pack. Your welcome to join us for the day if you see fit. We're celebrating Scarlett's return today but I think we have space for another. Where I come from the colour of your hair is rare. A colour attributed to vikings alone. Are you a viking, Eldhár? Did you bring me a viking, Malia?"

His lips shifted just so, that hint of smile displaying the good intent behind those words even if he offered no translation for that singular Icelandic name he had given the young woman. Frost gently releasing the woman's hand then before turning back toward Scarlett and Nadya upon the couch. Abigail's presence seemingly accepte with ease.

"Well then Scar, tell us of this trip."

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