Cranium drops low, snout gentle pressing against Henrietta's flank in a comforting gesture. He could feel the nervousness radiate off of her. She'd never been through the process of initiation of even the process of simply stating, "I seek to live in your herd, if you'll have me." Caleb, however, had been inducted into multiple bands and herds and was no stranger to this. However, he had not been part of a herd in some time and he silently wondered if he'd fit in. He was dark, cloaked in shadows, secrecy, and frost. He didn't doubt that this land mirrored that, that him and the Aurora Basin would be kindred spirits if this land were a horse. A low, throaty, bugle left his velvet lips and echoed of the expanse of the Basin, and he had no doubt that someone would come, heed to his call.
Henrietta, now standing with her had low and ears flat, glanced around with the cold eyes of a predator, no doubt a you predator, but a predator no less. Caleb's own gaze flicked about, cold, detached, and shudderingly silver. His feathered leonine tail writhed behind him like a wild serpent and wings at his side relaxed, large primaries brushing the ivory ground.
joining, @[Ashamin]