In those few moments in which the verbal tirade between Alexander and Xerxes is given to break out- Frost merely remains content to watch, the towering white stallion standing quietly behind the little blonde man in those few moments that pass. He ignores the others, horse and Hunter alike, ears pricked forward in an effort to capture the words flung so casually between the two. For all his own stubbornness and domination he is hardly fool enough to miss the more intricate nature of the conversation that occurs. He is own disdain for Xerxes is hardly an unknown factor amongst any of those present. He found the dark-skinned man loud, overbearing and almost irritatingly as dominant when he chose to be. He had, more than once, managed to throw the man after Robin had deemed them a rather suitable match- evidently of the opinion that placing the most disagreeable Hunter with the most disagreeable Horse would perhaps allow some sort of comradery to form between the two. Xerxes, for awhile, had been almost content with the idea. Aside from Robin's immense (slow) Clydesdale. Frost was surely the next largest amongst the other equine, height, power and colour allowing him to stand out far more than any of the others. Their supposed alliance however, had been peaceable for less than an hour. Perhaps, once, Frost had been willing to stand beside a Hunter- no part of him however, had been willing to bow to one. Xerxes idea on horses something less then Frost own, the Persian man never truly having recovered from being unseated in front of his companions- twice.

What was far more curious to the equine in this moment however, were the words snapped between the two, Frost perhaps the only one amongst the crowd truly given to seize upon them. He had never before heard another refer to Xerxes as Bessus- whether the word was merely a name, or another language however remained to be seen, Frost continuing to stand quietly, seeing no need to involve himself and yet, perhaps, Alexander had found his reason to help him- the satisfaction of finishing whatever it was Xerxes had started some time ago. How much time however was the more curious point yet to be discovered. He knew enough of Xerxes and his past to know he had once been some sort of King when Persia still held that name, Xerxes the oldest amongst the Hunters and perhaps for that alone- one of the more respected even amongst Robin and Charlie (Charlemagne had become far too out of fashion to ever be pronounced) -leaders in their own right. Alex was the first Hunter Frost had ever seen offer any true knowledge on the Persian man and such is the nature of the stallion- he is rather inclined to store it for himself.

The moment of distraction Alex had created however was more than satisfying for the horse, a single step back carrying his pale form back and into shadow, stepping around the fire and gathered Hunters in search of bags or tents- or whatever it was they had brought with them. His purpose in this is a single desire, a single need for a single object- Alex managing to have sufficiently drawn the focus of near every Hunter and Horse in the camp as Frost simply proceeded to rummage amongst the belongings of the others in search of his own stolen artefact as the men proceeded to yell at each other like children in the school yard. Why Alexander simply didn't lay the other man flat Frost hardly knew, perhaps he was not as powerful and Frost does not find he cares, his loyalty to the man was non-existent beyond his need to use him to find what he sought- one ear remaining trained upon the argument as he continued to pilfer through various packs.

Your empire! It was never your fucking empire. Persia was mine, all of it was mine, you wanted the title of King of Kings- my birthright. Didn't you have enough?! Why the hell did you need more? That's all you ever did- took everything that was never yours to take because you only wanted more and more and more!

He will be assured, later, to ask Alex exactly what Xerxes seemed so determined to shout about- the Persian man never having been this riled before and yet Frost was well within the grips of his own moment of frustration- his search having revealed nothing. He knew they had it, one of them did, at least and yet evidently, whomever it was- was keeping it on them as he kept his own. A snort of irritation saw the heavy stallion wander back towards the group, re-appearing near unnoticed behind Alex once more as Robin attempted to prevent the death of either of them. Alexander's mention of the council however- seemed to result in a sudden seizure of silence, even Robin given to pivot upon him.

"The council is searching? For what? For who?"
There is no need to concern yourself with it Robin
Frost offered his words to the brown-haired Hunter alone, seizing Robin's attention now as the Hunter scowled.
"Your helping Alex? Why would the Council give you to him?"

He allows his ears to flicker back only mildly at the insinuation he could be 'given' like an object to anyone- though for now sees little need to argue.

Because I chose to help him rather then have then stand before the council's firing squad. Because I'm selfish and I'd rather spend a few weeks with him as punishment for all my crimes then have to suffer any real consequences. So the council asked us to find something for them, Alex was unfamiliar with your group so I introduced him- that's all.

He had certainly pissed the Council off enough within his short career amongst this particular group to make such a story wholly believable, the Council was, after all- quite determined to murder him at the next given opportunity, Alex providing a living shield of sorts- one he needed far more than he was willing to admit. His story was not wholly untrue, merely twisted to his benefit for now. He was not however, willing to allow Alex to tell them exactly what they searched for.

Alex and I will....come and go a few times in the next few weeks and we'd appreciate it, Robin- if you were co-operative
"If the Council is looking for something then fine, you can come and go, the both of you. We have work to do, just don't get in the way and we'll help you if we can. I don't want to hear it Xerxes, let them be."

Frost had known Robin entirely long enough to understand the man was hardly pleased with this outcome- yet Xerxes looked positively murderous, Frost content to feel very near satisfied over the outcome until the dark bay stallion appeared suddenly beside his Master, Darius as equally hot-tempered as his rider- his teleportation abilities rendering the pair....difficult when together as Xerxes simply swung upward and into the saddle, clearly content to take his leave. What drew the white stallions gaze could hardly be said, violet eyes flicking briefly towards the single flicker of silver at the Barb stallion's neck, eyes widening slightly upon the sight of the very object he was looking for- hanging rather temptingly about the neck of Xerxes horse. Before both suddenly disappeared. Whether Alex had seen it he hardly knew. Either way, it would hardly be achieved tonight, of that Frost was assured. Alex's ability to make friends with this group appearing to be rather limited, perhaps new approach was needed next time.

Alex and I are done here for tonight, Robin- we'll be back later on if we need your assistance.
"Fine."

It was perhaps the most hostile Robin was capable of being, the mention of the council at least sufficient enough to stir them into action, Frost marginally....pleased with his new companion for having come up with it before simply turning upon, teeth reaching out to grasp the collar of Alexander's shirt and pull him backwards in a clear 'we're leaving' gesture that left little to be desired. This man was going to take far more work then he had anticipated before he was actually useful- it was fortunate, he supposed, that he had the time. He strode forward now, steps long and wide, offering the little Hunter no hope of a ride back to his coffee shop. Frost is hardly that generous- even if Alexander was his ticket to finding his missing belongings.