The scent of a foreigner wafts into the shadow man's nostrils, causing them to tremor in response to the invasion of this feminine scent. Orbs scan around the entrance, catching sight of a lithe mare composed of hues of chocolate. He assumed she would continue walking to wherever she was going, but he was sure she had caught his scent which no doubt smelt like forest and salt. Brow furrows when she makes her way towards the entrance, wondering what she seeks out of his presence. The dark titan is cloaked in shadows and secrecy, cold exterior firmly in place as she enters the cave, offering a smile that seems anything but guarded. Eyes glance at her antlers and thoughts flicker to his own horn and he quietly wonders if she could deal more damage with her antlers than he could ever do with his simple, curved, lone horn. Her voice filters from velvet lips and his ears twist on his cranium to better listen to her over the howl of the wind. Cranium rotates on his muscled neck and settles when she is in the center of his view, no longer having to watch the mare from the corner of pupil-less orbs.

Though muffled by whatever hangs daintily in her jaw, her words still register in his mind. His gaze is intently focused on her dual-colored eyes, a trait he had never seen before, a trait he found intriguing and appealing. He takes note of her supple, feminine curvature, and determines that she is attractive. At his side, neatly folded wings relax slightly, primaries grazing the icy floor as she places what appears to be weeds adjacent to her fore-hooves. Behind his hulking form, his tail writhes like a snake, slapping back and forth, icy floor dampening the fan of ebony feathers that replace the tassels on an average leonine tail. Watching her carefully with scorching gaze, he notes the markings that adorn the base of her slender neck. She questions him, filling the silence he had allowed to drone on. Do you live here? I mean, in The Basin? Misty breath leaves his maw as his lips part, words ushered forth in a deep, baritone voice. "I do not. I have only recently stumbled upon Helovia, and have chosen to remain unaligned for the time being." Caleb finds himself wondering the same thing about her and after a short pause adds, "Do you?"

She watches him through long, thick, lashes, something he might've normally found alluring, but the stallion was distracted as he noted the structure of her face, realizing that she may be around his age. The thought of finally finding someone around his age, no less a mare, was exciting. "I am Caleb," he offered, wondering if she'd give offer her name. Roughly, he shoved his ivory snout outwards and towards her, whiskered maw attempting to bump against hers as a sort of greeting.

@[Enna]