It had been easy, once, to hurt those beings around him. Indeed, Frost had taken a near delight in bringing pain to those Hunters who had been a source of distress to himself in turn and yet- how the world had changed. Frost was loath to shift that wound from himself to Alexander. Alex, after all, had nearly always remained one of the few beings in the entirety of the world itself that the stallion deemed....trustworthy. To willingly cause him injury was a displeasing notion and yet by that same token Frost was nothing if not practical- often to the extreme. They needed his wings more than they needed Alexander's shoulder. Harming the other man was a necessary evil even if Frost found himself inclined to feel something near akin to....guilt perhaps. It felt like guilt. Hmmm. Perhaps it was an emotion better not studied too in-depth. Frost's own affinity so quickly rose at his command. That injury to his wing had all but disappeared only for Alexander's own shoulder to suffer the consequences as it was veritably torn apart in exchange. Alexander, in his usual manner, afforded that wound little more than a flinch and yet it was that momentary wince on the man's features that prompted Frost's own muzzle to extend outward in a gesture of subtle affection. That hiss the gesture prompted from Alexander coaxed Frost's own ears forward in a look of near curious concern before the Hunter's hand raised to gently brush his muzzle away with that assurance he was fine. A soft snort of disbelief blew gently from Frost's nostrils and yet, for now, the stallion hardly chose to argue his companions determined insistence.

The war horse shifted back and away from Alexander then. Frost, for the first time, extended his wings outward. The sheer span of those appendages was nothing short of incredible. Those wings were heavy and yet....light all at once. The feel of them unlike anything Frost had ever experienced before. That knowledge of how to flap them was near instinctive and yet still took no small degree of focus that first time- the feathers sweeping the damp ground as he did. Frost's heavy frame shifted further backward then, the stallion leaning back upon his haunches before lifting himself upward in that half rear. His wings, this time, flapped effortlessly forward without touching the ground. The blast of air that resulted from that singular act sent Alexander's raincoat and hair flying in all directions. Frost, in the least, managed to utter some word of apology before his hooves found that ground again. He needed more space. That canyon was narrow and yet it was long enough to provide a runway of sorts, or at least, Frost hoped it would. Alexander moved to shift back agianst the canyon wall, the hunter wordlessly attempting to offer the war horse as much space as possible as Frost pivoted upon his hooves. That rain seemed to increase its ferocity as if the very weather itself was determined to keep that stallion grounded as Frost swung to face that runway. He had seen planes take off. They required speed and an updraft, one the flapping of his wings should create and yet how doubtful Frost felt of the ability of those wings to hold his weight. The draft horse, after all, was nothing short of....hefty.

Frost's violet gaze narrowed agianst that pouring rain, rivulets of water ran down his sodden forelock and across his snowy face as he snorted, blasting that water from his nostrils. This...had to work. Frost's form lunged forward, that stallion's heavy, feathered hooves struck at the ground in quick succession, gaining more and more speed with every stride as his ears flattened back agianst his skull. With that injury removed from his wing it was near effortless to extend them, Frost focused on that flapping motion alone as he felt himself begin to lift. That feeling was...surreal, the stallion so hardly allowed his mind to focus on that sudden height as he launched himself upward- Frost all but leaping into the air as those wings flapped near frantically. Frost, finally, managing to fly. The sheer speed of that flight however was nothing short of unexpected. The stallion all but rocketed upward with little to no knowledge of how to slow down. His wings ceased to flap, Frost effortlessly gliding through the clouds before turning smoothly to head back toward Alexander and the valley he had left far below. How on earth did he slow down? Shit. That re-entry was far faster then Frost intended, the stallion managing to cruise just above the ground, enough to place his hooves upon it and yet he was still moving far to fast to gain any traction- those hooves left skidding and stumbling in all directions before that near inevitable crash left the stallion in a muddied, sodden heap upon the ground. His limbs splayed in all directions.

The near sharp assertion he was fine was pressed bluntly into Alexander's mind as Frost pulled himself to his feet. His figure shook, much like a dog, that water sent flying as Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. Frost's ears pricked forward as Alexander spoke, the Hunter suggesting he throw his weight backward, like a rear mid-air. Hmmm. That was hardly a bad idea. Alexander moved to stride towards him then, the hunter reaching for the saddle on his good side as Frost obediently lifted that foreleg to offer the man a step up as Alexander swung up and onto his back. The Hunter was hardly heavy in any sense and yet how aware he felt of that extra weight all the same. A weight that was every so slightly unbalanced in a way Alexander never normally was- the hunters injured arm prompting a slight change in Alexander's grip. His companions request not to do anything jarring prompted a soft huff of amusement from within the stallion. He was about to launch them into the air after having practised that very maneuver all of once. To perform that feat without jarring would be....a miracle and yet....Frost had every inclination to try.

"I will do my best- I promise."

That simple answer was all the stallion offered as he moved to turn and trot to the end of that valley once more before pivoting to face the runway. Alexander's socks had, admittedly, prevented any further rubbing on that wing joint agianst the saddle girth and yet Frost remained distinctly aware of Alexander's legs all the same as they sat behind those wing joints. Frost's head angled briefly backwards, his singular good eye meeting Alexanders own in that silent assurance the man was ready before Frost swung forward, the draft horse shifting immediately into that rocking canter for several strides before further increasing that pace to a gallop in that promised effort to minimize jarring. His wings extended once more, the air rushing to catch beneath them as Frost gave several, powerful flaps before launching himself upward again. The stallion very near rocketing into the sky like before. This time, with Alexander firmly clinging to his back. That rain seemed to beat agianst the pair even more with that increased speed, the stallion soaring up and out of that valley with ease

"You alright back there?"

One ear rotated backward as those words were pressed to the Hunters mind. Frost content to soar over those grasslands below. The view, even amongst that rain was nothing short of...incredible.

"How fast do you think we can go?"

That Frost had only barely managed to achieve basic control so hardly seemed to matter to the stallion, the equine already considering the near blistering speeds they would be capable of achieving if he did more then merely glide. Alexander, however, so hardly seemed....enthused by the idea.

"We will need to work on....flight commands."

Those subtle signals Alexander was capable of affording him on the ground with his hands and heels were in need of...adjustment for their newly airborne status. Frost, momentarily, enjoying that flight for the first time before he steadily began to glide lower and lower. The stallion having flown over that mountain range with the aim of landing neatly on the other side. Frost hardly cared for just what that GPS would show as they dropped lower and lower still. Alexander's suggestion of attempting to rear mid-air readily prompted Frost to lean further and further back before the pair near jolted abruptly mid-air with the change in wing position. Hmmm. That was the very jarring Alexander had desired he avoid. This, it seemed, would take more practice then Frost had anticipated and yet, here and now, they were managing to hover in place. Frost flapping his wings to keep them there above the ground. Now he just needed to slow that flapping down a bit, a little more, nearly there. His hind hooves brushed that ground. Frost abruptly ceasing to flap, his front limbs following. That landing was still a little...rough and yet it was hardly the collision from his first attempt. Alexander, after all, was still in place.

"That was not so bad. I think we....what is that?"

Frost's head jerked upward near abruptly, his ears pricked sharply forward at the single flash of near pristine white fur that flashed through the trees ahead. The faintest of scents within that breeze prompting the stallion to stride forward near on instinct before the sudden tug on that reins reminded him of Alexander. The stallion paused, his head tilting near quizzically as he eyed those distant trees.

"There is a mare in those trees. A white one. She smells.....unlike anything i've ever smelled before. I smell no rider though. It might be wild- I suppose."

Wild horses were common in Mongolia, even if Frost was near certain he had never seen one so....white. Hmmm. Those trees were distinctly out of their way and with no rider to have witnessed that flight, he supposed, chasing a singular lone wild horse was hardly worth their effort- or distinctly progressive in their race. That distraction however, had seen those newly discovered wings.....fade away. Frost, once more, left in the wingless form in which he had arrived.

"I sincerely hope I am not required to fall off cliffs to make them appear again."

A singular, abrupt snort was offered as Frost broke into a trot once more. The trees and the white mare forgotten, for now, as the pair began to pick up their pace once more.

"We need to find somewhere to camp for the night- we also need to work out how to....fiddle with that GPS a little. It's going to show us going over a mountain range. Literally over it."