It was almost comical, in a fashion, the vast differences between the near bouncing delighted redheaded woman and her far more stoic, quiet companion who loomed like a protective shadow over her. How such a pair had become bestest best friends, as Abigail put it, was nothing short of curious and yet Frost was inclined to believe he understood at least some of Oliver's motivations in this. Abigail was....innocent in her very nature. She was joyful, light and in a world so darkly tainted she was happy. That in itself a true rarity. Men like himself, like Oliver, whom he suspected had seen the very worst the world had to offer in some way or another felt a near....desire to shield those like Abigail from it. The young woman, surely, could take care of herself to have made it this far in life already and yet it hardly suppressed that very want to simply prevent the world from crushing that veritable happiness the young Panda all but seemed to exude. It was an almost...curious sensation. A desire to protect- though whether born from his own Alpha position or simply by some fault in his nature he hardly knew. Oliver, he suspected, was much the same. Indeed, Frost hardly found he could fault the man's caution. The stallion inclined to appreciate the other man's near business-like demeanor. Oh but how he so preferred not to mince words and valued those who were equally blunt in turn. Oliver, by that notion alone, was worth his time. Indeed, Frost was inclined to admit he found the other man curious even if the both of them continued to all but silently assess one another. Abigail, oblivious to that silent assessment, had settled herself comfortably in front of the fire. The young woman was far more taken with the idea of becoming a vice president.

Frost's efforts to insist that such a thing was perhaps better referred to as 'Beta' within the Were community seemed to dampen her spirits- if only momentarily. The young woman apparently found fault with that title, as if it lacked the linguistic perfection of 'vice president'. That sudden question of why anyone would choose the word Beta was hardly one he had anticipated. Abigail further declaring it hardly sounded 'fun'. That very notion prompted a flicker of a simper to the stallion's lips in a momentary amusement before his shoulders lifted in a loose shrug.

"I suppose it is because Beta follows Alpha in the greek alphabet."

He answered softly. Frost himself never truly considered the origins of the words or the 'why' behind them before. How curious. The prospect of his own story, it seemed, was equally enticing to both his companions as the group settled within the living room. Abigail all but leaned forward within her chair in clear eagerness while Oliver retained that business-like demeanor. Frost in turn insisting he intended to offer only a brief version of his story- for now. After all there was little need for either Abigail or her companion to know the in-depth intricacies of his life. Frost nothing short of near intensely private when it came to those personal matters and yet by that same token he saw little harm in extending some measure of trust to being before him when at least one had shown interest in joining his pack permanently. Abigail's features changed near dramatically with each word he offered, the woman clearly having taken on those....atrocities he spoke of agianst his own kind and Were's in general. The young Panda, perhaps, never having experienced such things and yet Oliver's own silence was equally telling. How easy it was to spot a man who understood on a level that came from experience in turn. Frost, as was so often his habit, saw little need to hide his own motivations within that tale. After all, why excuse what and who he was? He had done what he had done because he had believed, and still did believe, that his actions had been just- even if those actions had brought about the deaths of others. He had done what had needed to be done at the time. The stallion was unapologetic. Certain aspects of that tale he so hardly elaborated on and yet they were presented all the same. Frost, despite his so often questionable nature was nothing short of....honest. Oliver's veritable assessment of his defying both fate and those odds prompted a soft sound of amusement within Frost's throat, his own head nodding in agreement.

"Indeed. I am very good at defying things when I have a need for it. I paid for it though, in some fashion."

Frost's hand lifted, his finger taping just below his right eye.

"I can see nothing out of this eye. It is fortunate I have a spare."

That near dry sense of humour so momentarily seemed to prompt a brief flicker of amusement to the stallion's features once more before Oliver continued. Those questions he posed were hardly unanticipated. The other man was direct once more as Frost simply nodded. His own response was equally straightforward.

"Yes- to all of those. No one is forced to do anything."

The stallions assured. Frost's explanation of what he expected from that pack and too- that habit others seemed to have of underestimating a horse was met with Olivers understanding once more. The other man inclined to agree that underestimating any Alpha was surely....a poor choice. It was Frost's very mention of a need for self-defence however that seemed to prompt Abigail to stare almost anxiously towards her hands. The young woman appearing near...concerned.

"I don't expect you to fight anyone, Abigail."

That soft reassurance was uttered a moment before Oliver agreed that Abigail's self-defence could surely use further work. Frost inclined to consider that if fighting was not Abigail's true talent there was no harm in simply learning to defend without striking back. The other man, in that moment, speaking of his own proficiency before declaring Frost's own intriguing might yet be misplaced. How curious. Frost's hand merely gestured slightly then, a silent encouragement for Oliver to continue. Frost decidedly curious as to how his intrigue might yet be faulted. Oliver's tale, to some extent, mirrored his own. The other man seeming to have experienced relentless pursuit and yet where a veritable organization had sought Frost himself, Oliver's pursuit seemed to be at the hands of a singular man- with vast connections. Oliver himself unashamed of the fact he had made himself a wealthy man in turn. That wealth having protected himself and his sister- so far. His sister's likeness to Abigail prompting his...care for her. It seemed. That veritable offer to become a...benefactor, of sorts, for the pack was entirely unanticipated however. Frost, in that moment, allowed both eyes to lift ever so slightly. That surprise was clear upon his features. The war horse was distinctly...unused to offers of generosity for the mere safety of a young woman.

"It has its expenses, yes."

The war horse seemed to contemplate those wrds further then, his violet gaze shifting from Abigail to Oliver and back once more.

"It would be...misguided of me to say your....assistance would not be appreciated. Liability or not, however, it would be equally misguided of me not to suggest that there is still a place for you amongst us. You have dealt with this issue of yours alone for some time and while you have preserved yourself and your sister it seems the net around you draws closer all the same. In this I have notable experience and notable skill- as well as much of the hunter Council at my disposal. If you would not consider joining my pack outrightly- at least consider my offer of assistance- in exchange for yours."

Business was business, after all, Oliver offered.....a great deal even at the price of his wanted status. It would be reckless to offer the man nothing in return. Frost uninclined to find himself in debt to another being in any fashion. The stallion seeking something of a more equal ground between them. His gaze turned to Abigail once more.

"The choice however is entirely yours Abigail, if you would like to join my pack, you are very welcome."