we built this city on broken glass

That near flippant wave of the other Alpha's hand in regards to his concern for his pack mates progress readily prompted that shrug of sorts to Frost's own lean figure. Tetradore hardly seeming too overly perturbed over Henry's current inability to hunt. Frost, in turn, inclined to allow that conversation to shift. At least until Tetradore's mention of Henry's stubbornness and apparent determination to wallow in his misery. Frost allowing that snort to leave him then, that faint chuckle managing to find his lips in the same moment. The stallion aware of the panther's gaze resting curiously on him as he allowed his own violet eyes to meet that emerald green. One arching slightly upward, that amusement lingering upon his features.

"Where do you think he got that trait from? No offense but you always look a bit, what's that word? English is my sixth language, the colloquialisms escape me at times. Hmmm. Emo. You look emo."

Frost's shoulders lifted once more in yet another shrug. The equine inclined to believe he was merely telling the truth. Tetradore forever possessing an expression somewhere between serious thought and a mild agitation. Not that Frost himself was perhaps any better, the war horse inclined to wear a mask of placidity in near every situation, his face rarely displaying any emotion at all. Tetradore, in the least, having managed that. Frost's lifted that drink back to his lips then, the effects of that alcohol perhaps already prompting that far freer speech then he might have otherwise been inclined to. That conversation shifted then to that nature of teleportation, that very affinity one that Frost held some knowledge in even despite his inability to perform that very talent himself. That very place he was born all but riddled with information on those studies. After all, Werehorses had been bred there for over a century. Some ability to study genetic based affinities had surely presented itself. He could hardly fault those Hunters, he supposed, for attempting to advance their understanding of those very traits. How unfortunate for them he had learned to read. Frost answering that very unspoken question that passed through his companions mind in that moment before Tetradore's own query on how that teleportation had originally begun seemed to prompt some consideration from the equine himself. Frost, in the least, seeming to find some logical answer based on that principle of genetics. The Icelandic man largely oblivious to the depth of thought that seemed to strike within Tetradore in turn. Frost, instead, asking after that other affinity, or in the least- what he believed to be an affinity. The very one that had seen Tetradore somehow return from the dead.

That answer he was provided with was hardly satisfactory, that look of doubt he presented the panther with prompting that mans admittance that it was somehow related to his captor or Mistress or whatever calling the woman went by. Frost content to eye his companion skeptically still. After all, no one else had been there that night. At least not a vampire. Frost was certain of that and yet Tetradore seemed equally certain of the vampire woman's reach in turn. Frost supposing, perhaps, he was hardly in a position to argue otherwise. Tetradore knew her and her capabilities far better than he did and so providing the feline didn't get himself killed it might well stay that way. Still, he could hardly help but wonder why that woman would offer Tetradore such a gift as that. If it could be even called a gift. Frost, for now, content to let the topic fall even if he remained curious off it. Their talk shifting instead to those other affinities, Frost content to share his own even despite that doubt that seemed to find Tetradore's features over uses for that bizarre form of healing the war horse possesed. Frost's affinity for the mental blockade seeming to intrigue his companion more, enough to prompt that discussion of that very evening the feline had seen fit to coat the walls of Frost's own home in that blood. An event, it seemed, neither man was terribly inclined to dwell on- though that pun seemed to delight them both in turn. Enough to prompt that rarely heard laughter from the stallion's lips. That sound entirely genuine. Puns, it seemed, appealed to both men. Tetradore's features seeming to find that grin in turn.

Frost had, perhaps, anticipated those words that followed to a certain extent. That conversation on that veritable wedge between their packs one long overdue between them even if they, of all those involved, seemed by far the most content with one another in the aftermath. Frost, for all his perceived poor character and near infamous bad temperament, was not above offering that apology- at least not to Tetradore. The man something of an unintended victim in that fallout. One he had truly hardly considered in any sense beyond contemplating the panther as something of a mild irritation in his path and yet he had not truly meant to cause the feline the difficulties he had. The stallion inclined to admit to that very fault and too- that social ineptitude on his own part in failing to consider Tetradore's position as Nadya's brother as the head of that family. In this he was willing to admit he had been wrong. Tetradore's insistence women were baffling prompting that ghost of a simper to his lips once more. Women, it seemed, might yet allude them both and yet- while he had been willing to apologise to the man beside him he was hardly willing to offer Raven that same courtesy. He had not meant to bring any discontent to the Panther's life, his subordinate was another matter entirely. Raven, to his mind, deserved what she had been given and for that he would not apologise. If any such words were ever to befall his lips then it would be for Tetradore's sake alone and no other. Such an apology would hardly be true in any sense. The stallion inclined to near chastise his fellow Alpha for being to soft on his pack, for worrying what they thought of his decisions. It hardly made him like that woman whom had tormented him in turn to merely exact his dominance over those who followed him. Frost oblivious, in that moment, to the true intent behind Tetradore's words. That sudden, good natured, sentence near catching the equine off guard entirely as his gaze returned to the man.

His own features frowned slightly then as Tetradore continued, that surprise readily finding him in the wake of the other Alpha's admittance that he had been right to dish out that punishment to Raven. Frost remaining silent, if not thoughtful, at the other man's insistence he simply did not desire to listen to that complaining their new alliance might create if only because it required more effort then he wanted to give it. That admittance of utter laziness stirring that genuine laugh from Frost once more. That sound perhaps as unexpected as Tetradore's admittance altogether and yet in this Frost was inclined to agree with him.

"They do bloody carry on some days don't they?"

In this, it seemed, they were united. Frost having had his own fair share of inter-pack disputes in his time. Enough to appreciate his fellow Alpha's position on this. Another soft chuckle hummed from his lips then before Tetradore's words took on a more serious note once more. Frost staring near quizzically toward him now at that insistence it was not merely laziness that prompted that desire but rather some attempt at....family. That singular admittance alone seeming to surprise the equine more than any other. Frost making little attempt to shield that very look from his face. Some measure of disbelief and confusion seeming to find him in turn. Those words offered almost cautiously then.

"You...want me to come to.....christmas dinner?"

Was that truly what the Panther was asking off him? The stallion near unsure of just how to respond to that very idea of family, nor his apparent inclusion in it. Still, he supposed, his very relationship with Nadya and his raising of Tobias' children readily included him in that fold even if he had never truly considered it as such. He had never had family like that. He had never had dinners or parties or the sort of things families did for those events. They had simply not existed in his own childhood. Frost near uncertain of how to handle that offer of them now.

"I've never had thanksgiving dinner."

It was more a musing to himself, truly, then the sort of statement that required a response. The stallion so evidently considering those very words, his gaze cast out toward that forest for several moments longer before returning to the man beside him.
"Leave Nadya to me. In the least I can help...soften her a little towards you. The whole family thing would be....nice."

He was not above admitting to that. The idea of in intriguing all the same. Frost inclined to admit he saw the sense in Tetradore's idea of making peace with Raven if only so those very gatherings might be possible. On this, at least, he would offer further consideration. That change of conversation toward Raven and her ability to grow into something truly sizeable prompting Frost's simple insistence that she could use that ability for far more then what she did- and for attacking Tetradore. The other Alpha readily seeming to agree with him.

"Waste of a damn ability giving it to her."

It was true, as far as the war horse was concerned. Tetradore likely inclined to agree and yet those further concerns of sorts had managed to find the stallion then. Just how they were getting home remaining to be seen. After all, neither of them was truly in a state to drive, Frost assured he was not nearly as immortal as his companion. The idea of camping here hardly terribly appealing either. Tetradore's near jest that Frost was going to walk home prompting that near deadpan look from the steed.

"Oh ha ha, kittykat."

That idea of teleportation however, hardly seemed to thrill him either. Was Tetradore even capable of that in his current condition? Would they end up at the docks or somewhere else? Frost content to eye the other Alpha almost warily then.

"Can you actually do that or are we going to end up in China or somewhere ridiculous? If you leave any part of my body behind I'll be fucking mad at you. What about your car? Can you bring that with us?"

Frost returned that final, empty bottle to the ground beside his feet before turning to face Tetradore entirely, his arms folding across his chest in some expectation off this teleportation. A final consideration seeming to reach him then.

"This thanksgiving business- you know I'm vegetarian right?"

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