She was, it would seem, not as entirely fearsome as she attempted to appear. The woman's naivety- at least in some things, becoming all the more apparent the more she spoke and yet Frost could hardly deny that natural curiosity the creature so seemed to possess. She was hardly afraid of him, her words holding an assurance of sorts, her form held with a confidence he found truly appealing and yet the stallion remained assured underestimating this one, else confusing her naivety for stupidity, would be a decidedly imprudent action. There was something to be said for instinct alone and the power of that. Animals, after all, were animals first- even he hardly immune to those more instinctive needs of his own equine species though he went to distinct lengths, at times, to cover it from those around him. Frost often loath to bow down to his equine nature, even now the man working far more diligently then it appeared to conceal that almost natural distress the scent of a predator so often brought about in an animal designed to be prey. Not that one coyote would truly be capable of felling him- of that he was assured. His affinity extended to surround her, to peer inside her mind and pry at those inner thoughts with silent ease- the woman evidently holding a talent few did, aware in some sense, of his affinity against her. How intriguing. His own gaze narrows but a moment at her question before his features shift into a perfectly masqueraded look of surprise, head shaking softly. Was he doing that?

"No."

It is nothing short of a ball-faced lie and yet one delivered with the same despondency as he much of the rest of his words had been, the man regarding her evenly for several more moments as if very near daring her to argue. She held no evidence he was doing any such thing and as such he holds little doubt she would fail to prove such a claim regardless of how much she might seek to try. Her conversation instead turned with a rather distinct passion to those crimes against her species, or indeed, several species. His own words offered with a distinct care. Frost a distinctly private being when he chose to be, the atrocities of his own childhood distinctly aligned with those dogs on chains and yet he hardly cared to afford her knowledge of it. Precious few privy to such information, after all, he would sooner forget such things himself. Her agitated words resulting in a snort of sorts from within himself.

"What else is there to say? I agree with you. I have seen them, lived them, survived them and yet I am assured such a tale would not interest you."

Her attitude so quickly returns to those threats once more like a nervous dog fearful of a master, Frost entirely content to watch those emotions shift within her, the man hardly concerned with making her feel comfortable in his presence before that quirk of his own lip seemed to offset her once more. My, my, but she was temperamental wasn't she?

"Perhaps I do have such a condition and I can hardly help it, how insensitive of you."

There was little to be gained from so riling the woman and yet he hardly found he cared. That he made her uneasy in some sense was almost amusing to him, after all, any bites she decided to afford him would merely be returned to her, Frost hardly fearing her wrath before he moved to ask after this Alpha she mentioned, this Ceaser who, for all intents and purposes- appeared to have no idea of the true extent of his power. The coyotes response assuring him of just that as he regarded her coolly once more before offering her an honest answer.

"An Alpha, a true Alpha, forges a bond between himself and his subordinates, a very real bond you can feel, one that links the pack, one that allows him to find his pack mates wherever they are else summon them to him. He can also...assist in having his subordinates wear either human or animal form."

'Assit' was hardly incorrect, 'force' perhaps a little more descriptive and yet on the man omitted for now. Her previous Alpha clearly having no true idea of his own abilities and yet perhaps that was for the better, one less thing to be broken. The woman's curiosity evident now. His head nodding.

"Yes, you can turn back as easily as you saw my own form shift from stallion to man."

It was hardly a lie was it? Her query as to just what he desired in return seeing a simper trace his features, Frost moving away at last to recline easily on the nearest tree, arms folded across his chest in a laconic manner.

"All you need do is join me for a little while, long enough to allow me to assist you in mastering this shifting and then you are free to go, I will sever that bond unless you decide to stay of your own will, all I ask in return is that you owe me a favour. It's very simple."