He'd taken an early morning patrol, before the sun rose fully overnight and the temperature rose with it. Now, however, Siberian has decided to take a little "me" time and do something that he hadn't done in literal years: go fishing. He'd learned early on, in the first few days after he was brought (kidnapped, let's be honest here his brain reminds him) here where the watering holes were. Not dying of dehydration was top on his list, and so the Budyonny knows the location of every little creek, pond, etc, that there might be within the Chamber's borders. As the stallion nears the deepest watering hole available, he trades hooves for paws, wading into the pond as far as he can and still be on solid ground instead of floating. The cool water feels so far good against his warm brown fur, and he takes a few moments to just stand there, not moving. Just being. And then, he gets down to business. His dark eyes gaze down through the water, searching for aquatic prey.
There wasn't as many fish here as there had been in that river in the Playground, which made sense since the pond was a locked ecosystem whereas a river was not. They were also smaller; but at least there were fish available, period. He'd settle for whatever there was. So absorbed does the grizzly shifter become in his game that he doesn't hear Nymphetamine and a mare approaching until he glances up, a bluegill clutched in his massive jaws, and spots them. Oh. Company. Drop the fish, eat it? Well he had managed to catch it, and he was hungry. Siberian hastily chews and swallows it down, ducking his shaggy head under the water to wash away any scales. Stepping back into the shallows, the stallion shifts back from his ursine form, water dripping from his glossy coat as he looks at his visitors again. "Nymph, how are you? " He quickly recognizes the pegasus mare, even though she had been a filly the last time they met, and smiles curiously, wondering what she's doing here. "Hello, Misra. "
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna