The sky was painted a deep blue, flecked with the rainbow, accentuated by stars. The Borealis that harbored on the cloak of nighttime was a pleasant view, yet the master and hound were uninterested in watching the colors dance around, moving like fire through the open air. The brutal bite and snap of Frostfall's cold-kissed wind is absent, leaving the atmosphere a slight few degrees warmer, thus, the man and hound set out on a patrol, for all warriors that strive for excellency do such. Their trek had begun at the prison, checking that gates were locked, prisoners fed and watered, with no escape until they have served their complete sentences, then the companion and brute would move on. Pacing towards the crafter's cave, he checked their surroundings, watching for intruders or anything out of the ordinary. Spotting nothing, he gently lopes towards the cave, merely poking his head in. The emptiness of the cave is astounding, all signs of life vanished, only the scattered metal trinkets and half built projects left to signify that the crafter's have indeed been here at all. He deduces that the builder do not work at night, only in day when they can see, the sun illuminating their project. Swinging by the large tent of secrecy next, he scouts the area, looking for anyone that could be snooping around like fleas and ticks, a scout of another herd perhaps. Caleb sees no one, nor does he see anything but cloven hoofprints mostly, deducing that there is most likely no one around, no one here. Caleb doesn't check inside the tent, for if a secret meeting is going on, he'd rather not be the idiot to crash it. 

Following a narrow paths through green thicket, Caleb and Henrietta approach the border. The sentinels stand proud, and strong, an example of the power and imagination that the Basineers home. The Aurora Basin is a magical land, but also a powerful one. Caleb paces up and down the border, weaving in and out of the Sentinels ins search for hornless intruders. When he finds none, he searches for malfunctioning robots, rust, broken pieces of a once-working robot. Henrietta is on alert to, searching for any slabs of meat that decide they'd like to sneak in tonight. Steel eyes watch this land coldly, a stern expression rippled onto his chiseled features. His patrol is not finished quite yet. He begins exiting the herd, walking slightly out of the basin and into the steppe. He searches for any rats that may lurk and wait for the border to be empty to sneak in, to invade. Henrietta stays by the border as Caleb's massive wings unfold in a gallant swoosh. Within two thrusts, the 17.1hh beast is sky-high, the wind raping his body, passing through every single fiber, leaving nine untouched. He sweeps over the border, the higher altitude allowing him view to further reaches. Even in the slightly warmer air, he sees no one scurrying in the Aurora Basin or out of it. Tonight, no one seeks to invade, or at least not yet. After a few minutes, he begins patrolling by hoof, rejoined with his hound by the sentinels as he watches, an eagle waiting for prey.

ooc: Caleb is patrolling, anyone is welcome to join him :) especially warriors, as it is our duty to be patrolling