It was not Caleb who woke first, but Henrietta. The sound of approaching hooves made her crawl out from under her bonded's ebony wings where she saw a golden mare approach. With hackles raised, the pup that was barely a season old let out a high-pitched growl. Still, the mare entered The Glowing Room. Henri would have none of this! The pup wanted to let her master sleep, for he had done little of it in recent days. She let out a bark, and moved closer to the mare. Believing she had scared her off, a satisfied smirk plastered itself on her maw as the golden mare began quietly retreating. Still the dog thought of herself as a guardian for the stallion and moved to follow her, to see her out.

As the scene unfolded, no one noticed Caleb's steel eyes flicker open. He watched with bated breath as he wondered what possessed his bitch (Henrietta this time, but Rexanna) to move away from him. His brow furrowed as they both began to move out. Caleb would not have this childish behavior surrounding him. Rexanna's escape would have worked out, but Henrietta's absence from Caleb's side and the growl then bark had awakened the shadow man and with a deep voice he commanded one word. It was not just to his dog that tried to follow this mare out, but also the mare that clearly desired to avoid him. "Stay."

With a powerful heave, the shadow was on four limbs, approaching his dog and mare by the entrance. Sending the weimerainer a stern look, her hackles fell and she calmly returned to where she had previously been sleeping and crumpled to the ground, cranium resting on her paws as she watched Caleb interact. The bulky titan's eyes fixed on her aureate ones as his voice once more rumbled from velvet lips. "Rexanna," he started. His voice still with an air of authority. "Are you afraid of me...?" he inquired. It wouldn't be the first time. This was the reason he had always been a transient stallion, choosing to be nomadic over settling. Everywhere he went, someone hates him for being himself, so he wore a cold facade and locked his heart away. His personality was too different for these horses, aggressive and dominant. A mostly sex-driven stallion that moved with an air of confidence. Many mares came to him, tried to love him, but leave. It was the circle-- and it could never be broken.

@[Rexanna]