Caleb and Henrietta's eyes grew fixed upon the darkly colored stag who's approach had gone unnoticed until now. Caleb instantly recognized the stallion as Deimos, the lord of the Aurora Basin. His charcoal body was easily recognized. His voice, however, was not. Caleb had hardly every heard the stallion talk, save for one warriors meeting the leader had attended. His voice wasn't truly distinct- not to Caleb. His denim orbs were analytical as they passed over the beast and then his bonded. The hybrid was not fazed by such, he possessed similar eyes and though they were a few shades lighter, they held the same dark malice as Deimos's did.

          What are you waiting for? Deimos's words were interesting. How would he respond? One of Caleb's obsidian audits rotated forwards, the other staying backwards. Henrietta's voice echoed through his mind now, 'tell him that you're sorry and that you'll get back to work!' This was on option as an answer, but it was not the one Caleb was going to reply to the Lord with. 'No, hound. Silence yourself,' was his response to Henrietta. Though they were just speaking through bond, Caleb's thoughts were communicated firmly. The bitch didn't dare push further, she knew the Beast would do what he desired and her input would not change his mind, no matter what she uttered to him.

          "Awaiting a mission, Lord," came his smooth response. His baritone voice rumbled from his lips in a powerful, yet still somehow respectable, manner. "Do you have one for me to complete?" Caleb's inquiry could lead to multiple outcomes. The Lord could either give him a mission (any mission he desires), send his to the general to obtain a mission from there (though part of Caleb hoped to tackle one of Deimos's missions. Could the Lord throw something at Caleb he could not accomplish?), or would he blow him off completely. The Beast was curious as to how this would play out.

          Caleb's feathered leonine tail writhed behind him, as he silently thought. He could accomplish anything if he truly set his mind to it. What sort of tasks could one not be able to do? The Beast wasn't all that sure. Physically, he was in perfect health. Mentally, there were a few small problems, one of them being his strange lack of emotion. Henrietta was both mentally and physically healthy. Now he truly wanted a mission given by the Lord, he wanted a true challenge. His loyalty to the Basin was great, even if he would never truly be accepted by all the members (the ones that were too racist would never approve of his lineage). Would the Lord give him a mission, or pass him along to the rest of the herd?