That soft chuff of greeting he was supplied with by his companion saw both his ears prick forward in curiosity atop his head, the sound unfamiliar and unusual, Frost hardly acquainted with those feline mannerisms and yet that softness to the sound and to- that ease with which she held herself so assured him it was hardly a sound of discontent in any manner. His towering form halted just before that small family, that thick, long tail flicked against his sweat laden flanks as that night air readily begun to bite at his skin with that chill. An entirely welcomed sensation in the wake of his run. That far more bestial side of him at last content. Perhaps he hardly enjoyed so giving in to that animalism and distinctly equine side of himself and yet the pleasure of existing in this form could hardly be denied in any sense. The sudden tug against his tail momentarily saw his wars flicker backward in discontent, one giant, feathered hoof lifted from the ground in warning before his head turned to angle back and examine himself- only to find that kitten attempting to clamour up the long, wiry strands of his unfortunate tail as if such a thing was a joyous game. He was not used to feline offspring in any sense, the foals he had known so distinctly different and yet his hoof lowered all the same. A child hardly a threat to him in any sense as his words echoed towards Nadya now, watching with some amusement as she hurried to retrieve her wayward child from the depths of his overly thick tail. The panther forced to near waddle in her efforts to carry the girl back. That swat against his fetlock hardly missed as he merely rested upon three limbs for now. A huff of heated air passing his nostrils once more.

That abrupt step forward from Nadya saw those ears prick yet again. The panther leaning back upon her hind legs in an effort to make herself tall enough to reach his shoulder before throwing herself against it like a house cat- rubbing herself across his shoulder and chest- that purr vibrating within her as she did. Frost inclined to consider her like a house cat in that moment and yet value for his being hardly saw him inclined to mention it to her before she sat back upon her haunches. The woman satisfied with her work apparently. Any comments he may well have had on that affectionate performance cut short by her inquiry, his head shaking subtly.

Claire is visiting family and Scarlett is away- Malia will come if she desires to take up my invitation and I suspect she will, I can feel her headed this way already.

That distant sound of a coyote howl readily stirred that simper to his lips, at least, as much as a horse was capable of such a gesture, that pack bond assuring him Malia was drawing closer with each passing moment. Frost content to let her decide whether she would or would not join them, the stallion hardly inclined to forcing his pack into one another's company. If some preferred to run alone beneath that moonlight then he had no desire to stop them from what they enjoyed. That soft yip of announcement a moment later saw one ear rotate atop his head in acknowledgement of her presence before the coyote came to pause by his own shoulder, Frost hardly surprised by the space the canine afforded the panther. From what he knew of Malia she had come from a rather instinctive pack, a pack that understood the needs of mothers and their space until content- the coyote offering Nadya just that. Frost distinctly pleased with Malia's intelligence in this, the man once more considering her value. Her curiosity however, was clearly still well intact, the coyotes words entirely curious. 'The sister'? How much of Nadya did Malia truly know? Frost allowing that violet of his gaze to linger upon his curious little coyote now before returning his attention to Nadya, his weight shifting slightly I readiness just in case Nadya might take offense to the canine. Frost unwilling to allow any harm to come to Malia.

Malia, this is Nadya, my girlfriend and member of my pack. These are her children. Nadya, this is Malia, as she said. Malia has been with me for a time now, she is quite skilled in combat and has just recently purchased her first leather jacket.

If there was anything women might bond over, leather jackets, he was sure, might be one of them. A faint touch of amusement lacing his words at the mention of it all the same and those oddities of the modern world Malia had discovered during that trip. His gaze drifted briefly back to those children, assuring himself they were still within sight, his earlier words offered purposely so as to describe them as Nadya's children and not his own. The stallion unsure as to how she might well take his holding any claim over them- a conversation for later perhaps. His words offered to the panther now, curious perhaps, as to how she might take them.

They will almost be big enough to learn to ride soon, Naja.



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