we built this city on broken glass

It was hardly difficult, in any sense, to track Raven though those trees. He could scent that wolf on the air and against those trunks she had passed and yet- Frost hardly made any move to hurry. The stallion stepping over that leafy ground, winding his way between those fallen trees and bracken near expertly and without so much as glancing upward from the screen off his phone as his fingers taped at those letters. He knew the South. The better part off most of his evenings spent within this very forest or to the far side of the park and stables. The snowy haired man far more aware off his surroundings then he appeared all the same as he moved in and out of those trees. Organising those new recruits was taking more time then he anticipated. So many of them were...useless- or in the least requiring far more training than those training centers were sending them out with. Alexander had done nothing short of revolutionise much of that Mounted Unit and yet change was still slow to press through. Those who resisted it still inclined to argue and those WereHorses whom had made the decision to leave that organisation- now that they hardly need fear their own deaths for deciding so- still had to be rehomed and established. The damage done to some of them resulting in that reintroduction to society proving decidedly....difficult. Alexander, somehow, managing to have convinced some companion off his take on a number of those requiring rehabilitation and yet where those horses had gone Frost hardly knew. Somewhere in France, or so he had been told. He hardly cared. They were no longer his problem. His problem was seventy five new horses and eighty hunter riders. Five short.

That phone was tucked easily into his back pocket for now. Frost stepping into that clearing at last to allow his violet gaze to fall upon Raven as she stood on the far side, her figure leaning against that tree, her attention firmly within that book he had allowed her to borrow against his better judgement and some effort he had made to respect Tetradore's request for that further peace between them. In the least perhaps she had learned something from that book in the least....enjoyed it. Frost rarely inclined in any sense to consider the enjoyment of others. Especially those outside his own pack. His attention, his devotion, his...affections reserved for his pack alone and rarely any other. After all, those who resided with him were worthy of those very things. Those outside it were nothing short of debatable. Raven falling firmly into that very category. He had come to tolerate the woman, if nothing else. Frost hardly finding her temperament so disagreeable as he did her nature. How very much he struggled to....understand her. The way she was. The way she saw the world. It was hardly...bad he supposed and yet he saw within her ways little but weakness. She, in turn, failing to understand him and perhaps therein lay the heart of their disagreement to some extent. Still, he had hardly anticipated she might actually take up his offer to assist her in gaining at least some tendril of control over her animalistic form. He had thought her too cowardly to try- for once- he had been wrong.

"Raven."

That simple greeting was uttered upon those same cool lyrics as always. Frost pausing several feet before her then to eye that bag and the container of treats resting beside her. The lemony scent more than capable of being picked up upon the breeze, Frost eyeing that container was curiosity and yet for now he made little attempt to approach the woman. The stallion attempting to show some respect for her space as his hand simply gestured towards that container.

"Are those for me?"

Sugar, it seemed, was eternally capable of capturing his attention and yet the true purpose of his presence here today had hardly been forgotten. His violet gaze shifting away from those gifts of sorts to meet Raven's own gaze somewhere beneath that forelock of snowy hair that eternally covered his eyes. That Raven wanted to improve herself was...redeemable to his mind if nothing else. The Chimera Alpha so offering his words once more. Frost desiring to know exactly what Raven's goal was in this. The stallion hardly one for small talk.

"What do you fear most about that other side of yourself?"

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