we built this city on broken glass

There was a pleasantness, of sorts, to be taken in having that house so full of life and noise again even if Frost himself was largely predisposed to that calm and quiet. A part of the war horse was simply soothed perhaps by the entirety of his pack once more under the same roof. That pack bond hummed readily between them all, that very thread that bound each to the other as seemingly content as the stallion himself in that proximity and general contentment most of those members seemed to find in one another's presence. It was satisfying, if nothing else and yet Frost hardly dared to utter any such words. The Icelandic man inclined to do as he so often did and linger upon the veritable periphery of that gathering in a fashion his animal form was near akin to do over a herd. Frost simply content to watch each of them in turn and yet those greetings still needed to be had all the same. The equine allowed his hand to rest upon Scarlett's shoulder in that touch of affection, the man genuinely pleased to have her home once more, his thoughts, in that moment, pressed easily toward Nadya if only to assure her that the newest Were within the room hardly posed a threat to any other member of that pack or her children. That very tension seemed to melt from his girlfriends figure with his assurance as she relaxed more readily into that couch while the children proceeded to attempt to unwrap the packages at Scarlett's feet.

His attention shifted then to Malia and her guest, Frost stepping away from the pair of women whom rested on the couch as Nadya eagerly engaged Scarlett in that conversation. Frost curious of just what sort of being Malia had deemed suitable enough to bring home. Of all within his pack Malia was perhaps the most attuned to her animalistic side. Such attachment to her animal form and its ideals was at times both strength and weakness and yet he valued Malia's judgement. If the Coyote believed this little red-haired creature was of value then he was inclined to be open to the idea if nothing else. The red hair of the new young woman was nothing short of striking. How long it had been since he had seen hair quite like that. His very query on her viking status prompting that snort and ready roll of Malia's eyes in turn. The Coyote insisting she had hardly picked Abigail up pillaging a village. A shame really, it would have made for quite the tale. Still, that vague slither of amusement prompted that quirk from his lips, one eye lifting just so as he eyed Malia then. His shoulders shrugged in that nonchalant fashion as if those very words that followed were hardly significant.

"I hardly suspected she was raiding the locals, she'd have been far to much trouble for you if that was the case."

Those words were nothing short of teasing, Frost entirely content to take that gentle jab at Malia's fighting skills if only to rile the Coyote a little. After all, her teasing of him seemed to be her favorite pastime of late, not that he truly found any disdain in it. For his pack he was willing to be far more lenient then he was with any outside that inner circle. Malia, for her part, seemed to have settled some with those introductions over, Abigail taking her own turn to utter that hello before apologising for her own intrusion, Frost merely content to wave his hand lightly in dismissal of such an apology before the girl declared that she was not, in fact, a burly man thief. That very announcement coaxing that soft chuckle of amusement from the stallion, a decidedly rare sound in any sense. Frost's lack of emotion as near infamous as his pale hair and yet this, it seemed was enough to prompt that reaction. His head nodding in agreement.

"I'm pleased to hear it. You might as well make yourself comfortable, I'm sure Malia can show you around later."

Fixing Malia with a task was, more often than not, the most efficient way to keep the woman busy. Frost suspecting in turn that she might enjoy showing her companion around. That mention of presents however readily seemed to capture the attention of most of them room, Frost moving to follow Malia and Abigail to the couch only to lean against the arm of it as the women sat. His violet gaze eyeing that bag on the floor the twins had all but torn apart as Scarlett excitedly produced those soft toys and....toy guns? His own head tilted slightly, Frost never before having witnessed such a toy as his own gaze drifted to Nadya. The stallion curious, perhaps, as to how Nadya might take to the idea of the children being given such toys. The Panther, for her part, hardly seeming considered before insisting the toys were to be played with outside. Hmm. Perhaps they did...something? Maybe he would try it later when the pack had retired to bed.

"Yes, outside like your Mother said and not near my furniture."

He uttered simply, reiterating Nadya's words as the twins settled with those stuffed animals instead, his attention returned to Nadya as she was presented with that charm bracelet. Scarlett appearing to have chosen each of those charms with a distinct care. Frost rather certain it would look decidedly pleasing upon his girlfriend's arm and yet even that consideration of Nadya's appeal was forgotten in the wake of that box presented to himself. The stallion took it easily with that word of thanks, the man already aware of that sweet scent that lingered as that simepr tugged at his lips again- the lid pried off to reveal the sweet treats inside. Alexander would all but murder him if he knew. Such a gift would have to be consumed secretly, Frost already content to slip one of those peppermints between his lips in clear satisfaction.

"Perhaps I should permit you to vacation more often."

The note of amusement within those words was surely clear. Frost watching as Malia and Abigail were handed gifts in turn, Malia appearing near baffled at that necklace and yet Frost, for now, was content to leave the woman to wonder of it. One of the other girls, surely, would explain that very gift to her. The coyote seeming as eager as himself to try out her sweets. Frost asking after that very holiday then, now that the room had occupied itself with admiring (or eating) those gifts. Scarlett had, it seemed, travelled even more of that country then he had himself. The woman enthusiastic in her explanation of that trip, the path she had taken and the things she had seen along the way. He was hardly surprised to hear off her dislike of the crowds of those cities of indeed her enjoyment of the wilds of Wyoming. How much she would have enjoyed his own country. Frost quick to dismiss thoughts off his own homeland for now. His features frowning slightly at the sheer amount of buses and planes she had taken. Travel in those small machines had never truly appealed to him and yet it was necessary evil, he supposed. Still, it seemed as if Scarlett had found whatever it was she had been searching for in those months away. The woman who sat before him now far more vibrant and alive then the girl who had left.

"What was in these museums you went to?"

Why those museums so intrigued him he hardly knew and yet he was curious of just what this country deemed worthy of preserving when his own country was near infamous for those museums off....another kind. Scarlett finishing off that tale with the insistence they should consider a pack vacation, Frost aware of several sets of eyes all turning to glance towards him at once. A pack vacation? All of them together on a bus or a plane for hours on end? Were none of them considering this? Frost at last emitting that soft sigh as one hand ran through that snowy hair, those violet eyes visible for a moment before that forelock fell back across them.

"If you can all, together, decide on a place or two you might like to go then your welcome to suggest it to me. I'll take submissions on vacation ideas for the next few months, alright? When we have a few ideas we'll have a meeting over it to make decisions."

Disneyland, he supposed, was something to amuse the children (and he suspected most off his adult pack members in turn) Nadya entirely astute in that observation and yet he found himself near assaulted by visions of holding several handbags and two children while trying to avoid a giant costumed mouse as the girls ran off to enjoy those loud rides- promising to return in a few hours. That was presuming Malia had not crash tackled one of the costumed Chipmunks in a bid to hunt it, Nadya and Scarlett had not made themselves ill from riding the biggest roller coaster they could find several times over, the twins had managed to be pried away from riding Its A Small World for the two hundredth time and they had not lost tiny Abigail all together in that sprawling park. Not that Frost himself had ever been and yet he had seen commercials for that theme park, along with those brochures and that singular tale Alexander had told him about the Hunter's own brief time at that venue. One that had resulted in himself and a friend being asked not to return after some incident with Captain Hook. What could possibly go wrong? His head shook lightly as if to dismiss that plethora of thoughts as Izzy hurried toward Abigail then, the child holding up her toy before declaring Abigail was like them and inquiring whether or not she liked them.

Hmm. That near panicked look the red-haired woman offered the child was nothing compared to that panic that swelled within her mind. Frost near assaulted with that flurry of thought as Abigail desperately struggle to attempt to answer that question....somehow. An answer of sorts stuttered out at last. Frost shifting from his place to hold out his hand to the child then, the stallion crouching to be on the same level as his step-daughter.

"Abigail is not a cat like you, she is a different kind of animal but she is a Were, yes. We are all Were's here. Can I see your toy? Hmmm. What will you name him? Toys need names, you see. Why don't you go and tell Scarlett what you've named him and thank her for bringing him for you."

It was easy to both answer that child's question and distract her all at once with the task of naming that toy and thanking Scarlett, affording Abigail a little more room to breath. Frost watching as Izzy hurried back towards Scarlett to proudly declare that toys name, Frost himself rising easily to return to his seat on the arm of the couch beside Abby once more. Those words uttered softly for Abigail alone then, answering a question she had hardly asked.

"We are not all predators here, don't worry. My animal form is no predator and they haven't eaten me yet, you'll be fine."

It would hardly do to have a potential new member scared away by the predators in the room after all, although just what sort of animal Abigail was remained to be seen. Frost turning back to the rest of the pack at large.

"Have you eaten yet, Scar?"

It was rare to have that entire pack altogether, they might as well make a meal out of it.

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