we built this city on broken glass

Malia's insistence that she had thought cats had good balance only further stirred that amusement to his features, his lip quirking slightly upward even within that equine form as his ears rotated backwards to listen to the woman resting upon his back. Malia having more natural talent for riding then his unfortunate girlfriend and yet he had little intention of daring to suggest such a thing to Nadya herself. With a little work, after all, Nadya had become a decidedly good rider. At least of a compliant WereHorse. A real horse with a far more animalistic mind might yet proven a challenge and yet, for now, Frost saw little reason why they need bother with real horses at all. Malia, in the least, seeming to take some pride in having proven herself better at Nadya in something. Frost's pace increased slightly then as he offered those words near directly to her mind.

"I always believed cats had better balance too, but she climbed on and fell right off. I wasn't even moving."

That rumble of amusment passed easily thourgh his heavy figure once more. This, perhaps, one of the few times the often guarded stallion had taken any time to simply...bond with any of his packmates. Frost rather assured he found Malia's company agreeable. In the least he so understood that woman far better than he did most. Her motives were often clear, her mind direct, her thinking straightforward in a way he found near aligned with his own. Even as she slowly learned to understand that new, modern world she found herself within she remained very much....the same woman he had met within the trees that day. That wildness within her as appealing now as it had been then. Frost well aware of that focus that seemed to overtake her then as he spoke of that canter. That nervousness clear in the sudden tensing off her frame and yet that promise it was far more like a rocking chair seemed to settle her.

Frost was quick to shift from that walk into a canter with barely so much as a stride of trot in between. That speed far more significant then the walk had been and yet his own long stride so readily offered some smoothness to that gait all the same. Malia, once more, displaying a readily natural talent for riding in how quickly she picked up that rhythm. Her balance natural. Her posture light. Hmm. Perhaps he would need consider encouraging her to take up riding on a real horse if she had the inclination. Malia seeming entirely content enjoy that moment as that ready laughter rose within her. Frost's strides eating away at the ground with ease as Malia declared riding to be just like dancing- only on someone's back. That very analogy prompting that simper off sorts to his lips once more as they continued forward. The WereHorse merely allowing her to enjoy those moments until they drew closer to the park.

His own pace slowed readily then. Frost shifting back to that easy walk as the track became more narrow and those trees readily thicker. Malia's own figure lent forward and over his neck then with that soft insistence she could smell Dark Hunter, his own nostrils flaring to take in that wind a moment later before adjusting his course toward it. His steps were kept purposeful and slow. The sound of his hooves readily dulled by the earth and fallen leaves to no more than a dull thud. Frost maneuvering his way through those trees with a surprising quietness. That scent becoming stronger and stronger. Malia, it seemed, having already spotted their man within the trees. The Hunter so unfortunately moving upon Frost's blinded side, the stallion so simply trusting Malia to act as those eyes for now as he continued to move. That utterance they had found their man having barely left his lips before Malia moved- like a goddamn amazon warrioress. Frost barely having time to offer that warning as she vaulted from his back to race up behind that Hunter and leap- Hunter and coyote tumbling to the ground a few moments later amidst those shouts and struggles. Frost, for several moments, pausing upon that tree line to merely watch and see just who got the better off who.

He so hardly intended to let Malia come to any harm and yet he was curious in turn off her ability to defend herself, to see how she did without any assistance. That satisfaction that came with her at last managing to pin that Hunter to the ground lingered briefly upon his equine features before he strode forward in turn. Frost, for now, hardly bothering with that shift. That towering stallion pausing beside that pair then, his shadow cast across them. The hunter proceeding to stop his struggles, if only momentarily, at the mere sight of the giant animal- before so quickly proceeding to inform Malia she was bitch. How pleasant.

"My friend and I need a word with you."

That responding 'go to hell' was hardly unanticipated in any real sense. The hunter seeming decidedly wary of Malia's teeth all the same. Frost's own tail lifted, flicking at his flanks in some mild display of irritation. His attention returned to the Hunter.

"I already know the answer to this but perhaps you can humor me. Did you shoot me earlier tonight?"

The Hunters insistence he 'didn't remember' prompted that heavy sigh from Frost in turn. That sound more akin to a snort in his current form. His violet gaze turned to Malia then.

"Malia, our friend does not remember- make him remember."

That threat alone might surely be enough to prompt the man to talk, whether Malia followed through with it so entirely her decision alone. Frost curious in every sense of just what choices she might make in turn.

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