One ear merely swivelled in response to the coyotes retreating form, Frost content to leave her to hunt in peace, both nostrils flaring with that heavy exhale as he returned his attention to the pack at large. It was easy then, to allow himself to bend at the knee, lowering first his immense second half to the ground before folding his hind limbs beneath himself to the lower the rest, at last allowing that heavy form to roll onto his side entirely in that mass of feather and mane before promptly declaring himself to be child-safe. Nadya's worries over his size in comparison to her children had hardly gone unnoticed. He had hardly pried into her thoughts tonight and yet, on occasion, those worries sound to make themselves almost too loud not to be heard, the stallion merely inclined to prove his point rather than discuss those concerns. After all, no amount of conversation was likely to assure the woman he would not crush her offspring beneath his hooves without that veritable proof that, despite his size, he was wholly capable of providing something of a safe environment in the least. The stallion allowing himself to exist in that rarely seen state of vulnerability. Horses, after all, so rarely ever chose to be anything other than on their feet if only for how difficult it could be to rise within a hurry.

Those kittens seemed to take up that challenge readily, scrambling hurriedly up his sides and flanks, his tail lashing briefly upon the ground in response to that almost ticklish sensation of their small feet brushing against that sensitive skin. Cats were decidedly predictable creatures, both kittens seeking to climb to that highest part of him if only to satisfy that instinctive need. Nadya's comment on him managing to surprise her merely seeing that soft snort erupt from within, his lip quirking as much as it surely could in that form as one eye rolled to regard her from his laying position. The stallion content to trust in Nadya tonight and alert him should any need to stand arise.

"Horses are large creatures, but foals are small, I have some experiences with those and not crushing name."

He uttered softly. It was simply...instinct within his own species to be careful of those smaller beings. Frost veritably having grown up around those foals. Horses one of the truly few natural guardians even when they might desire not to be. His own head lifted upward at her approach, Frost easing himself into a more seated position, those kittens now safely upon his back and so attempting to tackle one another from him. Nadya's head butted against his own, rubbing against that broad white forehead and mane in a gesture decidedly feline-like and one, he supposed, he need grow used to in time. It was simply a new occurrence for him, one his own species hardly partook in and yet Frost hardly founded he minded it in any sense. That deep purring sound that rose from within the panther saw his own ears twitch forward, the sound entirely satisfying as Nadya mentioned the idea of a 'getaway' of sorts, a chance to show her his own country. A part of him desired to show her just that place he had come from in all its beauty. Even Frost unable to deny the allure of that wild landscape and yet with much of that land so firmly Hunter based territory there was every chance such a trip might prove anything other then relaxing. Still, those very things he needed to fall into place had all occurred, save for one, once that was complete there was little to stop him returning for what was rightfully his- nor from taking Nadya with him.

"I mean to show it to you still. I would like for you to....meet my Mother, one day."

He had hardly believed he might ever offer such words to another, surely even his mother had given up hope such a thing might ever happen or that he might ever return to that place he had escaped from despite his promise he would.

"There may be difficulties getting in to the country but I am assured I have a way around, we may also need to come back via most of Europe depending on how things go."

He offered those smooth, easy words with the same coolness and accented tones as always, the man saying decidedly little else, an entirely different sort of query upon his lips now and yet one he found himself curious as to the answer to all the same.

"Do you intend for me to meet your parents?"


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