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In the end, it a mare that accompanies him, and though she is not lean and slight like a certain antlered mare he knows, nor does she harbor the curvy and seductive body of the gold mare he was once fond of. She is different, similar to Hearth, a mare he'd briefly encountered. They share the same masculine beauty, pristine elegance in battle scars and muscularity. She halted beside him, her withers stopping much shorter than his own. A sly smile crawled onto his ivory-pink lips. Her voice was simple, he couldn't describe it in any other way. Her lilt was Helovian, under tones of seduction enhanced this elegant simplicity. "Indeed they are." He commented, eyes meeting hers. Her simplicity ended then. Her dual-colored eyes ensnared his steel ones. Then his eyes traced those horns. They curled from her brow in unique, dark spirals. Her coat, which from the corner of his eye appeared grey, was really roan, accentuated by an appaloosa ass.

Zunden. Who was she? It was that question solely that lingered in his mind, hindering him of properly thinking about anything else. He wanted to know her, and he was willing to meet her from the inside out. The thought was beyond pleasing, and the stoic beast grew alert with intense desire. "Caleb," he offered numbly, still very much entranced by those eyes that watched him from her porcelain features.

Henrietta, whom figured what Caleb would try to do through their connection, disappeared. She had left, snuck away. Her dark body hid well in the shadows of nighttime, and she was gone, as if she was never there. He was too busy to notice the absence, eyes glued on this mare's lips, which offered a not-so-subtle flirt in which his body responded to in a primal way. Raw hunger filled him as she moved towards the water. Her tailed whipped his snout and the stinging drove him to move, to follow her. 

He trailed very closely behind her, eyes very much stuck on that round ass she waved in front of him. The excitement that grew within his caused his excited trot to turn into a prance-like canter. Those chrome legs were lifted extravagantly high with each step, morphing that heavy, ground-trembling canter into a sort of delicate dance as he moved beside her.

When they reached the water's edge, he continued in, hooves causing huge splashes with each stop. When he was about knee-deep, he turned to his new companion, Zunden. With a mischevious smile, his still somewhat stinging muzzle dropped into the water. With a primal curl of his upper lip and a hard thrust of his head, he managed to throw water in her direction, a playful game. It was as if the Borealis was playing with his head. Caleb was hardly ever playful, in fact he had never acted playfully at his time in Helovia, this was a first.