He was a touch surprised at both the size of the crowd, and his own apparent popularity. He was used to being something of a pariah, so being a welcome and appreciated person was still odd. He did offer the masked rider a small salute, before mouthing 'Frost' at her. It was definitely her, he knew from the brief exchanges he had seen during the arena and the kick. She had kicked him before, and that one had felt identical, despite being in the face instead of the gut.<br/><br/>He also immediately recognized the mount as being as dangerous as the rider, and sent that to Whisper. He then added that was likely one of the damned few mounts here that wouldn't flinch short of her jumping on its back and biting clean through its neck. He let them introduce the rest of the riders, before they formed up in the appropriate place and order, before leading the parade, letting Whisper enjoy the admiration she was getting from a number of the nobles who appreciated large hunting cats.