From a sort of oblivion came the idea of sparring. He'd only sparred once before on Helovia soil and it had been with a mare. Though Caleb was not sexist, he did want a male opponent this time. A low bugle escaped his dry throat, a call to any horses nearby that wish to fight. For Caleb, today was not about winning, or even crushing his opponent to the ground. Today was about learning for the newly turned two year old. The young titan made no sound further, simply halting once more in hopes for an opponent to approach him on this bitter day.
Spotless orbs continue to scan the area, watching and alert, prepared. There was a chance he would not beat whatever opponent approached today, but there was no chance he wouldn't be prepared. All he heard was the whistling of wind in his ears. Still, he waited for the familiar sound of snow crunching under heavy hooves to alert him of an opponent. In the quiet, he is left to wonder, who's blood shall be drawn on this day? His skin twitched with anticipation and his lips quivered with desire for the taste of blood. Caleb was not usually a blood-thirsty stallion, but the adrenaline that roared through his veins like heroin had already begun to impact the stallion. His breathing pace nearly doubled, nostrils quivering with each large exhale. Regal and proud, he stood as a black dot in a sea of white sugar-like flurries.
ooc: thistle meadow, mid-day, cloudy with snowfall, about 4 inches of snow on the ground where the spar is set, attack 0/3 kaj can go first if he'd like, Caleb is just standing there :) @[Kaj]