The time of war was passing, and Siberian had mixed feelings about this fact. He could still recall that feeling of excitement, when he and Zayn had joined the battle raging within the Chamber; the the way the adrenaline had surged through his body and made his blood sing as they worked to take out the weather-manipulator. On the other hand, all of these horses from the other kingdoms, creating quite a din, driving away the Chamber's wildlife, trampling the grass (which had also become bloodsoaked in places, rather ruining the taste of said grass), not to mention the living trees, shadow creatures, and whatever else the assembled magicians had conjured up making things even more dangerous for horses on both sides. Dangerous and noisy and chaotic. The young stallion was glad to see the quiet return to the pine forests and the gathering areas, glad to be able to either graze or hunt without needing to worry about himself becoming prey.
Enjoying that feeling of relaxation, he is in his horse form today as he canters along and does a little bit of border patrol. He was officially in the army caste now, and this had seemed like the thing to do accordingly. Siberian rather likes the solitude of patrolling, but leaves it without a protest when his master's call reaches his ears. The Budyonny makes his way to their unofficial meeting spot, black hide gleaming in the gentle autumn sunlight as he comes to a stop before the palomino sabino. He's a little unsure as to why Zayn had summoned him, but assumes that he must have something planned.....he always seemed to. He had always done such in the time that Siberian had known him, always been quick with making decisions on the fly. The bearshifter tilts his head curiously now as he waits. "Zayn? ", he says, turning the name itself in a query for information.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna