Caleb had caught sight of that slinking for off to his side, but headed it no attention. The being had horns, therefore must be part of the herd. He is calm at the moment, actually- that's not true. His wrath hibernating under his skin like a bear in winter until it decides to roar again. Caleb is not volatile, but he can be if he desires to be. It is not easy to ignite a feud with him, and though he is a primal warrior, he is not detoured by anger and frustration, instead a constant coldness surrounds him, as if touching him will cause frostbite, indulging him- hypothermia.
A dark figure appears before him in a rather loud thump, a reckless move no doubt. Caleb can almost feel the ricocheting of such a harsh landing up his own legs. That must've hurt somewhat. Caleb's lips are pressed into a hard line as she opens her mouth, words that match Caleb's inner coldness pouring from her mouth. He blinks a few times as he waits for her to finish her statement. The snow around them is askew from her entrance and a few flakes have even managed to cling to his forelock and cranium, holding onto his long winter pelt. Indifferent face turns hard as brows furrow and eyes grow hot. "I am patrolling, if you intend to help, do so quietly. We do not need to alert all of Helovia we are patrolling," but it is too late. Such a loud and flashy entrance grants the patrollers the luxury of extra company, but it is not good company and Caleb's ears immediately pin backwards as his eyes focus on the hulking mass barreling towards the group. Standing on two massive hind legs, the yeti-like creature begins thrashing at the group with a broken tree limb. Caleb's warrior mentality kicks in and he immediately begins speaking to the hybrid, while attempting to avoid the severed tree limb that the beast flings around. "Take to the air, defend from above." Caleb's words are not a question, but an order and they do promise consequence if not followed. Though Caleb does not have authority in the herd, in this case he has deemed himself the boss, assuming the others are not even of the warrior class (and he assumes this as he has never seen them at meetings). Negotiations with the beast have not surfaced, as there is no time to cut a deal with such violent warnings being played on them. Caleb, refering to the midnight colored lurker, speaks once more. "Lurker, take the back!" Caleb decides to take the front, and silently hopes the others do as told. They only stand a chance by holding their ground at different angles prepared to attack if necessary, the beast cannot defend above him, behind him, and in front of him all at the same time, so if he begins attacking the patrollers will be ready.
"Yeti, what do you seek here in the home of unicorns? You have trespassed into our land." The question is demanding, and Caleb hopes the others have taken their spots in case this grows violent, and for god's sake would the fucking yeti STOP FLAUNTING THE GODDAMN TREE. His ears are pricked and his voice is stern, a warning of sorts. Perhaps the yeti will leave and all will be well. If it does attack, (hopefully) the hybrid mare and lurker will be in their correct spots to take action. It's fucking game-on.
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caleb kind just wants to talk through this, but is ready to attack if necessary!
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