Patrolling was no longer the joy it had once been, where he could move at whatever pace pleased him (and oh how Siberian had loved to run, the exhilaration of running flat-out was like nothing else), but it was still a duty that he needed to perform as a Chamber Captain. Usually, it is a quiet task; coming across nothing much aside from the various woodland creatures that populated the piney kingdom. Today, however, the Budyonny already knows that his usual routine will be different. As he ambles along in grizzly bear form, his ears catch the sound of distant voices. Well, that was unusual. It wasn't often that the Chamber had visitors, and when it did they usually came in the form of one solitary equine. They are not voices that he recognizes, and after a moment's consideration he shifts back into his natural horse form, black furred except for the irregular star that decorated his forehead. He has two reasons for this: one, assuming that they were friendly visitors, there was no point in frightening them with his ursine shape; and two, it was better that strangers *not* know what he was capable of straight off, in case they had ulterior motives for visiting the Chamber.
Now restricted even further, gait-wise, he moves along carefully in the direction of the voices, each hoof sliding cautiously across the ground as it it were a field of ice, shifting to avoid every invisible obstacle that threatened to trip him up. Siberian listens, ears swiveling like twin radar towers, until he can hear the two speakers breathing nearby, the tiny sounds they make as they fidget while waiting to be greeted, whatever further words they speak as he nears their position. A deep inhale confirms to the ebony stallion that he knows neither one of these guests, but he tips his head in polite greeting to them anyway, sightless eyes staring straight ahead regardless of where they are actually standing. Their voices had sounded on the lighter side (I am guessing?) and so he can only assume that both are mares. He is not used to playing "door greeter", but just because it wasn't something he'd done before, didn't mean that he should ignore visitors when he did come across them on his rounds. "Hello, I'm Siberian. What brings you to the Chamber? " He hopes that Nymph would come soon. His friend would know better how to handle an interaction with strangers, what with being the head of the Diplomatic caste and all, instead of being in the military caste as Siberian was.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna