Shaking the thoughts of mares out of his mind (mostly to save himself the embarrassment of possibly getting too excited while thinking about them) he dropped his cranium to the ground, muzzle digging into the snow in search for the glass hidden beneath. His hound was not neigh, and Caleb was glad she wasn't. The constant shadowing was irritating to the brute. The sun was low on the horizon, casting oranges across the snowy canvas, stealing Caleb's thoughts from everything as his steel eyes watch the rays dance across the powdery snow. A low grunt resonates in his throat as his gaze fixes on the horizon, where the sun begins to hide, the sky darkening slowly but surely. At his sides, two ebony wings relax, dragging on the ivory ground.
His large head rises from the ground, high and proud. Steel orbs scan the area as he exhales, a cloud forming by his nostrils for a moment before disappearing. His tail lashes out behind him as his head lowers slightly, arching his muscles neck. He paces forward, a predator bored.
ooc: a little iffy it'll get better once we get going :)