we built this city on broken glass

He could so hardly deny in any sense that Malia was effective at her role. The woman was quick to incapacitate that Hunter with the sort of precise action that would have made her a distinctly valued candidate within the very equine army he so currently led. How unfortunate she was not a horse. That coyote carrying out his orders with more vigour and accuracy then half the damn Unit Alexander and himself were so struggling to piece together. For several moments yet Frost remained content to merely watch his packmate work before his own heavy form shifted through that undergrowth to linger over the pair in some vague display of interest. The very scent that lingered about this Hunter already assured him that this was almost certainly the man responsible for his injuries only hours earlier and yet he so strove to have the man make that admittance himself. With Malia so situated as she was it was hardly difficult to allow his thoughts to press agianst the Hunter;s mind directly, Frost assuring to broadcast them and allow Malia to hear them in turn and yet- how difficult the man seemed determined to be. Malia's very presence, it seemed, failing to enact that very fear he was assured it should have. Perhaps a lesson in some manner of respect was required. That command issued anew to Malia now upon the man's very unfortunate assurance he hardly remembered whether or not he had shot at the stallion earlier in the evening.

One large white ear merely flickered sideways as Malia moved to carry out that command. Frost finding himself distinctly pleased with his pack member this evening. That long, white tail lashing up and agianst his legs as Malia pressed more determinedly at the mans throat and agianst his very airways. The Hunter's insistence Malia was a 'bitch' only seemed to satisfy the coyote all the more as she urged that man to reconsider his apparently faulty memory. Whether or not he had shot a near giant white horse, after all, should surely be the sort of thing a man was inclined to remember about his evening. That Hunter struggled near vehemently now to throw Malia from him to little avail. That series of curses falling from his lips as he did. Frost's own form shifted but slightly forward once more, one large, feathered hoof held forward and out to hover suddenly over the man's left leg with that very clear intention. He hardly needed any sort of affinity nor great gift for power to simply stand upon the man. Several thousand pounds worth of weight sure to make his point known and with Malia holding that man in place there was little he could do to avoid that promised onslaught. Frost's hoof rested gently atop the fellows leg now. The stallion ever so slightly beginning to press down as Malia pressed only more vigorously upon the man's throat. The Hunter, this time, far more inclined to agreeability as that sudden shout erupted from him with that very admittance that he had shot at Frost tonight. In fact, he had shot at several WereCeatures and managed to kill no less than two- it was his job, he said. He was doing his job.

Frost shifted easily back from that fellow then, his violet gaze lingering upon the arrows beside him. There was no mistaking that arrow for the one Malia had ripped from his arm earlier tonight and yet they appeared different to those Malia herself had been shot with. This investigation so clearly not over and yet he saw little need for this man's continued existence. Those very scents that laced the mans figure indicated he was almost certainly not with the Council. Therefore he so hardly fell under Alexander's jurisdiction. Frost inclined to consider the fellows fate for several moments- his thoughts offered to Malia alone then.

"I see little need to allow him to continue to exist. He is not with the Council. There will be no repercussions and he has murdered twice tonight already- and he will do so again. I can hear his thoughts..."

Frost's own words paused in near the same moment as those thoughts of the Hunter seemed to danced within his mind once more with a sudden potency. A sudden thought seeming to have crossed that man's mind as he managed to wrestle one hand free from Malia- that knife appearing abruptly within it and hovering above the coyote now.

"Malia, dodge!"

That command was issued without hesitation, Frost affording his pack mate several precarious seconds to move before that thought had fully taken hold within the Hunters mind. Frost trusting his subordinates skills enough to see her roll or leap to safety as his off affinity for heat lashed out like a whip. That very heat focused upon the man's brain. After all, a brain heated more then two or three degrees so tended to....explode. That death was near instantaneous. The Hunter dropping abruptly back onto the grass without so much as a sound. His figure abruptly still as Frost regarded him with that same indifference he so tended to regard all beings. A single snort of derision passing his nostrils.

"Take that bow and arrow with you. Leave the rest. I believe our work here is done. It is time to go home."

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