As the beast and his hound stood before the sentinels, and they stood- quiet and respectful. The beast's eyes watch the sky and he wonders, why does the snow melt now and when it was everlasting previously? He expected to be met with a powerful white militia dropping out of a pale, cold sky. His cloven hooves craved the feeling of fresh snow beneath them- soft and hard, frozen and melting. All he could feel and see at his hooves was an Aurora Basin mixed drink- one part half-way frozen water, one part mud. There was still beauty here, however, and as the world around him was painted auburn and lilac, the setting sun beginning to hide behind monumental mountains, this beauty grew. In this thickening darkness, his desire to live with the evergreens and caves grew.

          With a deep breath and the return of his orbs on the sentinels, he listened to the growing silence around him. There were gentle gusts of a heated wind that blew onto his ebony fur, politely telling him the scents of the horses that live here currently. Had there been fewer scents, he could've begun to identify them, but there were too many and they all gathered into a singular, large scent, of fur and pine. He had been alone since his departure from Helovia, returning to see his old home in such a different way was touch overwhelming, but the beast would handle it well.

          Henrietta sat on her haunches, her wet nose twitching every once in a while, wondering if each gust of wind will bring a new scent. Her eyes watch beyond the metal soldiers as far into the herdland as possible. But alas, the hound is not too keen on playing the waiting game. 'Caleb, might we move on soon? There will be more about tomorrow.' Caleb's only response to Henrietta's inquiry is the rotation of his right audit in her general direction. Though they spoke through their bond, it was a natural habit for his ears to flick towards whomever was speaking to him. After a few seconds of silence in the bond, Caleb replies: 'No.' This was his home, he was still a member of this unicorn land. They could waltz past those mechanical guardians that protect the herd and rejoin herdlife as if they had never left. He waited at the borders out of respect, perhaps they did not want him back anymore. The wings on his back lowered his chance of entrance every time he left, he would not assume his position in this herd was secure- not now, not ever.