It was rare, in every sense, that Frost found himself...intrigued by another being. Be that human or animal. There were precious few within the world that the war horse felt curious enough off make any true effort to gain their attention or indeed- seek to indulge in conversation and yet- this very mare- by appearance alone, was something quite unlike he had ever seen before. Few, he suspected, would even believe him if he told them he had spoken to such a creature and yet in that very moment it mattered little. Frost, for the first time in a terribly long time, found himself almost eager to engage her. Both the equine and distinctively human part of himself was drawn to her on some level- even if a certain degree of wariness remained. She was, after all, attempting to break into Alexander's tent. That very act itself was questionable even if she hardly seemed to be having much success at her task. The young mare's efforts to nibble at that zip, rather than use the horn that adorned her head prompted that very question from Frost himself- only to be met with an apparent look of horror. Her horn, evidently, was far to pure to be used for something so mundane. The mare evidently preferring to struggle. Frost, even within his equine form, was entirely capable of allowing one eye to lift in a clearly dubious look. His own words were dry, cool and yet laced with the very sort of sarcastic humour most beings in the world seemed to miss entirely when it came to the equine.

His companion, however, seemed as aware of it as she was unimpressed by it as her gaze narrowed only for her to insist she would sooner use nothing at all and that he had made no offer to open that tent for her. Another soft snort parted the stallions nostrils then as he shifted in place. That rope at his neck, for now, prevented him stepping any closer and yet he was inclined to suspect that she would continue to step back from him all the same. What a highly strung creature she appeared to be. Typical. For a mare.

"I have no desire to open the tent. I just got him down to sleep. If we wake him I'll have to hear about it for the rest of the night."

That same dry humour seemed to lace each one of those cooly uttered words. Frost delivering those very lines in a fashion near deadpan. The equines lack of emotion, at times, as distinctly unusual as his impromptu sarcasm. His newfound companion, however, was perhaps equally rare in her determination to face his frigid demeanor head on. The young mare hardly seemed phased by it so much as she seemed inclined to join him in it. Frost's very query of where exactly she had seen this winged horse she believed she had spied was met with the equally dry insistence that she had seen it in the sky- of course. As if such a thing should have been blatantly obvious. Frost allowed the barest twitch of his lip in that beginning of a smile. The war horse inclined to admit he found her...humorous as his tail flicked up agianst his flanks once more.

"That remains to be seen. You're not having very much luck, are you? Can't find the flying horse, can't open the tent....."

Frost was hardly foolish enough to admit what he was to this woman- even if he had been seen. She was, by the notion of her own words, hardly certain that it had been him. Until Frost knew exactly who she was and what she desired it would be nothing short of stupidity to confirm her very belief. Alexander and himself came to win this race. Not to be disqualified by a mare sent to lure him into a confession with her.....beauty. As undeniable as it was. Frost was quick to direct that conversation away from himself then and toward Alexander. The unicron, after all, had been attempting to open that tent and yet she was equally quick to insist that she cared little for Alexander. Hmmm. How rare that was. Alexander, Frost had come to learn, was the very sort of being people could not help but care about- for better or worse. The age-old Hunter having seemingly collected an unending list of enemies over the years. That this mare hardly seemed to know who Alexander was, was unexpected. Her concern so apparently only that Alexander might be the source of those wings- rather than Frost himself. Or worse, that Alexander had stolen them somehow.

Frost's own head titled just so at her near bold words before enquiring just what she planned to do if Alexander was, indeed, behind the removal of those winged appendages she seemed to value so much. On this the unicorn mare hardly hesitated as she declared she would remove Alexander from his genitals, remove his arms and impale him upon a spike for daring to touch something so pure. How...unexpected. That was a rather grand plan for someone who had, only moments ago, been unable to open a tent.

"That was a more intense answer then I expected."

Those words, this time, hardly held in sarcasm, rather, those lyrics were laced with a notion of surprise and too- a notable intrigue once more. Still, he supposed, perhaps it would be better to spare the Macedonian that punishment.

"He did not take the wings though."

It would be unfortunate for this mare to develop a vendetta agianst the Hunter simply over a miscommunication. Frost in that moment wholly determined to assure her that Alexander had no part in that wing removal. Rather, Frost sought instead to inquire as to what her interest was in those wings at all. That question, it seemed, had thrown the mare entirely. As if she had hardly anticipated to be asked it- much less had considered it herself. Her words, for the first time, seemed almost uncertain. Frost's own violet gaze lingered upon her then as she seemed to contemplate that question. It was difficult, she said, to be rare in the world. That perhaps if he had wings he might have understood. Her voice, for the first time held a distinct....honesty. His own features softened, if only slightly. A soft breath left his nose then.

"That I understand better then you think- and even without the wings."

As if his size, his unusual coloured eyes or even indeed the blindness that afflicted part of his gaze had not already garnered him more attention then he felt he needed for a lifetime. Those wings would only...add to it. Frost, until that moment, so hardly having considered just what those wings would mean. In all his life, in all the horses he had seen or known- not one had even been winged. Maybe he had not considered the impact of those wings nearly enough. The mare suddenly moved to step away then. Frost, simply instinctively, moved to follow- only for that rope to pull taught again. His ears pinned back momentarily as he eyed that tree with disdain before querying just where the mares rider was. If she was part of that race she surely had a rider, didn't she? The look he was afforded was almost...puzzled. The mare insisting she had none. After all, who would be worthy of riding her.

"I used to think the same- until I met him."

Frost's head nodded towards that tent once more and the sleeping Hunter within. How he would hardly admit those words to Alexander himself.

"He is different then the others. The best rider I have ever seen. I allow only him. If you have no rider though, where is your pack? Your herd? Whatever you seek to call it. You are not wandering those godforsaken plain alone are you?"

To wander the plains of Mongolia alone for any human, let alone any horse would be...dangerous. If not mind-numbingly dull. Those plains too were often open with little to no shelter. Someone would surely spy a unicorn galloping across them.

"Is that horn always present or can you conceal it- like some pegasus can do with their wings?"

That, it seemed, was the only answer he was content to afford her as the vaguest of simpers tugged briefly at his lips. The implication of just what he was rested easily within the air without any true confirmation. Frost's head nodded once more towards Alexander then.

"If you can conceal that horn you would be welcome enough to join us- if you desire. Unless you plan to continue living on this plain?"

That desire to....keep her nearby was sudden. Almost...possessive and for now at least, Frost hardly chose to question it too much.