we built this city on broken glass

The snowy-haired man stepped easily from the depths of that warm cafe, his hand pushed further down within his pockets to shield them from that biting cold. It would be easy, he supposed, to summon that affinity for warmth to his figure and yet for now he was merely inclined to feel that chill. How very much it reminded him off....home. The stallion inclined, on rare occasions, to allow himself to consider those sweeping plains and tundras and never ending wide-open space that so personified the and he had come from and too the very wants off his own species. That city felt to small, to cramped, to lacking in greenery for his liking. Yet, for now, there was little to be done for it. He had built something of a life here and he was unwilling to abandon it- or those whom had found themselves under his guardianship. It was the faintest of twinges within that pack bond that prompted the main to pause and yet such twinges were hardly unusual. Malia was prone to late night brawls, the twins to tripping and falling and Abby to becoming so excitable over things she confused the bond- each twinge and throb of that link between himself and his pack hardly inclined to any sort of emergency that might prompt action and yet how curious that it seemed to come from Scarlett. The wolf rarely inclined to any sort of trouble in any real sense.

His fingers reached more deeply within his pocket, fishing that mobile phone from within before his fingers tapped at that screen- the phone lifted to his ear a moment later as his path adjusted back towards the house. Scarlett's phone simply ringing out. Hmm. Perhaps she was shifted then. Frost so considering phoning Nadya then if only to have his companion merely locate Scarlett if nothing else. That pack bond suddenly increasing in urgency near tenfold. Nadya herself plucking at those strings only moments later.

"Fuck."

Nadya, in the least, was far closer to Scarlett's location. Frost breaking into that jog then, the man turning off that street and toward the park as his own shift readily seized his frame to replace that snowy-haired man with that towering war horse. There was far more room to run in that park, his speed unhampered by strolling people or cars. The park in turn, eventually, aligning with that forest behind his own home and that very place he knew his packmates to be. His limbs extended readily now that he was clear of that street. The stallion near flying across that damp earth. So many months spent training with Alexander so at least affording him an undeniable degree of fitness that only further facilitated his speed in those moments. His sheer size enough to deter any other being from attempting to hamper his progress. Why did this always manage to happen when he was away from the home? In the least the knowledge that Nadya or Malia or even Abby might be nearby was comforting. It was at least another fifteen minutes or so before those heavily feathered hooves carried that equally heavy steed up and over that ridge that lead down towards his own home, Frost slowing that near breakneck pace into that sweeping trot as he passed through those trees and ferned undergrowths, his form laced with that dampening of sweat from that run and yet that he had made it in the time he had was impressive in the very least.

The earth and air were thick with the scent of.....burning. That near acidic smell pungent and displeasing in the extreme and yet even he had been unprepared for the level of....devastation he strode into only moments later. What remained of those hunters little more then charcoaled or blooded corpses. Frost finding a curious mixture of satisfied pride stirring within him. Scarlett was not one to harm without reason. If they were dead it was because they had deserved it. His mind assured of that singular ideal with little room for argument. The death of a few deserving hunters was nothing to find himself distressed over. Scarlett's loyalty worthy of reward and yet such rewards would have to wait. The wolf herself having suffered in turn. Though the manner off her own suffering appeared distinctly.....different. He knew well of her ability for storms and yet this was unique once more. Frost decidedly intrigued by the tale to be told her and yet such things too would need to wait. The stallion striding forward then to let his own shift washover him yet again and return from horse to man with little more then his jeans left in place as he moved to crouch beside the fallen wolf and the panther that strove to keep her conscious. Nadya eternally reliable. The thoughts of both their minds readily finding his own. Scarlett barely clinging to that wakefulness as his hand moved to press to her shoulder in that simple assurance he had arrived.
"You did well keeping her awake Nadya. I doubt she can ride- but I believe I can carry her all the same. I also believe I can get this bullet out though it will hardly be....pretty. Go ahead of us Naja, clear some space on the floor in the lounge room, find some supplies, dressings, water. I may have an idea."

His head nodded once more to his mate, those requests given before his attention returned to Scarlett in full as he continued to kneel beside her, his fingers parting that bloodied fur off her chest. He could near sense that silver within. How very....displeasing that was. How very fortunate those Hunters were long dead. Scarlett, would need be questioned on just what had happened when she was awake and yet his suspicions of just how much power that wolf contained had perhaps been answered today. That fleeting simper so finding his lips then. Those easy words offered to the young wolf alone then, his voice holding a unique and rarely heard....caring. One reserved for his pack alone.

"You made quite a mess, Litla úlfur. An impressive mess all the same. This is going to hurt a little- but I think it is time we went home."

One arm slipped easily beneath her neck and chest, the other under her hind legs and side, Frost aiming to lift the wolf up and into his arms. That equine strength and sheer determination of will assisting in that very effort then. That walk home, thankfully, hardly too far.

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