we built this city on broken glass

If there was any fault to be had to Malia it was surely not her enthusiasm. The young woman seeming to delight in the idea of Hunting the very Hunter whom had, possibly, caused them both a deal of grief. That newly extracted arrow was handed smoothly to his companion with the instruction to compare them both. Malia nodding eagerly before very near sprinting away from him to bound up those stairs- and trip up one of them. Her feet clattering loudly. That sound echoing through the house as Frost himself near flinched with it and Malia grimaced in turn. For several moments still the both of them paused, each listening for the sounds of the pack waking before Frosts head nodded near subtly and Malia continued up those stairs. His own attention, for now, was returned readily to the kitchen and the blood that needed to be wiped from it. There was every chance, he knew, that Malia or even the twins might smell it come the morning and yet in the least he could remove the sight of it least he traumatize the children somehow or Nadya work herself up into a state of fretting.His hand reached easily for the nearest clean rag, the stallion rubbing it over the surface of the bench to wipe those red stains from it as best he could.

The sound of Malia's return readily saw the lift off his head, the girl hurrying towards him with both arrows then before holding them towards him. His own violet gaze swept across those two arrows, one shorter than the other- a fact Malia was quick to agree upon before pointing out those differently shaped arrowheads in turn. Hmm. How unfortunate that his attacker might not have proven to be the same as Malia's own. To punish one man for two attacks was decidedly more....time efficient then seeking a second and yet he was equally as uninclined as Malia to waste that opportunity. The woman proceeding to point out a symbol upon the side of both arrows in turn. Frosts own features frowned once more in that look of concentration then as he eyed both of those marks with a clear intrigue.

"Well spotted. I think they are makers marks. Which means both of these were likely made by the same person. It could just be standard Hunter issue but it might not be too. I will see what I can find out and I will let you know."

Malia, after all, deserved to be a part of that investigation. Frost fully intending to keep her appraised of what he did or didn't find. Alexander, he suspected, would likely know if he had seen those marks before. If they proved to be standard issue arrows there was nearly no hope of chasing down Malia's attacker and yet, if they proved to be more....individual there was every chance they could find who made them and, from there, find who had bought them in turn. For now however the matter of the first Hunter remained. Frost easily led the way from the kitchen then and down into the hall before stepping out onto the front porch, the door held open for Malia in turn before she followed him out. Frost readily querying on whether she intended to run back to the park in her animal form or whether or not she might prefer to ride. The stallion so rarely ever making such an offer and yet- she had assisted him tonight. She surely deserved some manner of reward. The near curious look he was afforded was hardly unexpected, Frost holding no need to delve into her thoughts to understand that wariness of sorts. More than one Were struggled with the idea of riding another in every sense and yet Frost had long held the belief that consent was all that truly mattered when it came to such an idea. Malia querying him on whether or not he had surely meant the car as his head shook.

"Like on my back."

He corrected simply. His fingers reaching to begin undressing all the same. The woman before him continuing to waver upon that very decision. A few, vague fragments of her thoughts caught within his own mind. That very desire to ride such a powerful animal hardly missed and yet no more then that ghost of a simper so found his lips in response. Ah, but he would remember that one later. That shift overcame him readily. His arm, now his foreleg, was near already healed as the man was replaced readily with that white war horse. Frost taking that moment to shake, that thick, long white mane tossed in all directions before he turned upon heavy hooves to face Malia was once more. His frame stepping sideways to align itself with the porch then- providing Malia that surely needed boost to scramble onto his back. Frost having persisted to grow that past year. While his human frame had so surely reached its full height, his equine one, it seemed, had been inclined to continue. The stallion standing a ready 18hh now and so presenting Malia with her first challenging of sorts for the evening in getting on at all.

"Go ahead."

That permission was easily given once more. Frost content to stand still as Malia made every effort to climb on with a fair less grace and dignity then Alexander and yet, for her first time, she had already down better than most. Frost was content to wait until the girl had settled upon his back entirely before stepping forward into that steady, easy walk down the street. His hooves ringing out against the pavement. Malia a decidedly light weight to carry in every sense. His words reaching easily for her mind then.

"Grip with your knees, don't worry, you won't hurt me. Sit as straight as you can, wrap your fingers into my mane, you'll feel a lot more balanced. When your ready we'll go faster. Trotting is uncomfortable, especially without a saddle so we won't do much of that, you'll find cantering easier, that is more....back and forward."

That slow walked eased into a steady lope of sorts, if only to allow Malia to feel that change of past before his steps quickened again, this time into that far faster, more ground covering canter the woman would surely find far easier to sit to. Frost taking care to go near as straight as possible as they rode back towards that park, the stallion wholly aware of the woman upon his back, his figure ready to slow if she slipped to much.

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