The sound of snow crunching under the heavy form of a horse could be heard for miles, the carelessness of the one that approached was evident. The only indication that Caleb knew someone was approaching was by the subtle flicker of ebony lobes in the direction of the sound. He saw the dark form of a mare approaching out of the corner of his eye, and the distinct contrast of her dark skin atop the stark ground was enough to pique his interest slightly, resulting in his cranium angling towards the approaching mare, eyes trailing her every movement, quickly alighting with desire. The silk tresses that made up her mane and tail seemed soft, knotless, smooth and perfect. These drapes that followed her were like the trail of an inverted wedding gown, black, long, regal. She moved with purpose, a conviction no one else seemed to have here in Helovia.

Caleb's face was strong and defined, chiseled from granite. His dark brow sloped downwards into a serious expression as she approached. His mouth seemed permanently settled into a hard line, his default expression. When her sugary voice wafted in the air like the stench of cookies, his ears pricked towards her, doubly curious. Her common greeting was adequate for the situation, because in fact, they were strangers. "G'day, Uccellino," he purred, foreign words falling from his mouth in the smoothest of ways, his deep tenor voice masculine as ever. Eyes alight with fire, he shoves his snout towards her to bump hers, the usually calm greeting gesture somehow intense when Caleb does it, demanding, prodding. Will she play his game? After a moment, his ivory snout retreats and he steps towards her, towering over her, heated eyes boring into hers. The primal rawness that he exudes demands attention, desire, just as she seems to demand lust and hunger. The pair would find ecstasy, wild and rough, they could shatter into pleasure, shards of sated beings, exploding with pinpoints of light bursting through dark. He can give her this, he can give her this over and over.

With devilish intent, he simply asks, "Is there something you desired?" It is fact that Caleb loves games, teasing with subtle double-meaning words, accidental brushes of skin on skin, the flirtatious grins accompanied by hungry eyes. What would this made offer? Sugary words are plenty, but not quite enough for a soldier that desires fun.

@Zandora