Most of life is a routine- dull and uninteresting, but it is what fuels us. Routine is a present change for Caleb. Everything besides routine is so... unpredictable. It's easier to fall into a regime then it is to live spontaneously. Caleb had slipped away from his duties and schedule once he had learnt of his dead-born child, Quinn. The emotions of the day he learnt he had a daughter, but that she was dead, still plague him today, so he falls back into work. Rigorous and exhausting it may be, his mind remains preoccupied because of it.

And so, he patrols.

The sky is dark; midnight is on the horizon. Caleb lingers near the sentinels briefly, eyes watching the border very cautiously. Henrietta paces back and forth, her wet nose searching for unfamiliar scents. "Henrietta smell nothing," she reports to him through their bond. He scowls slightly, though it can not be seen in the dark. "Continue. Patrol all night," he responds. He wasn't sure Henrietta would last the entire night, and if at some point she grows too weary, she may be dismissed. Caleb, however, is determined to patrol the entire night if he must. Caleb desired greatly to grow into the best warrior possible, even if it meant long nights and rigorous training. He sought to make up for lost time. 

"New smell, I go look," Henrietta announces now, and though Caleb's curiosity piques at the prospect of an intruder, he decides to continue his patrol at the border. "Go investigate," he commands, and not a moment later the dog is padding off, her nose towards the ground. The dark beast is sure nothing will come of Henrietta's findings, though he remains on high alert.

His gargantuan wings unfold, and even under the pale moonlight, the ebony feathers seem almost iridescent- similar to a raven's. With a few calm flaps of these appendages along with a forward motion, the stallion is airborne. He easily glides above the sentinels, a black shadow against a black sky, he is camouflaged well. As he gains altitude, he also gains speed. The beast is silent in the air, a secret weapon to those that believe that the Basin is strictly unicorn, no hybrids.

He continues his flight, taking extra care in keeping vigilant. Shortly after he takes flight, Henrietta updates him on her situation, claiming it was a false alarm (exactly what Caleb suspected), but she does not return. She finds Tiberius (his son) and Zunden (the dam) and sleeps with them. When a substantial amount of time passes and Caleb's wings grow weary, he descends, quietly landing once more on the partially melted snow.

He patrols on hoof once again.