As he makes his way back to where he had stashed the little filly who had brightened his dark world with her laughter, Siberian is joy tempered by apprehension. As outlined by Reagan, her gift of restored sight did indeed only extend to Taiga's borders, and the cursed milkiness filled his eyes once more as his hooves carried the Budyonny away from the piney territory. With a sigh, he adjusts his pace from a trot prompted by a proud excitement back to the shuffle-step of the sightless. It was still a better situation, this limited vision, than to not have it at all. Once he has brought Azar home, he will be able to see his little girl for the first time, will be able to run and play with the tiny unicorn. The bearshifter just hopes that, over time, Ruan might warn up to him and accept his presence in Taiga. Their first meeting had not gone so well, but he reasons that he can hardly blame the other stallion, since he had apparently suffered at the hands of the very horse who had sent Siberian to Taiga to begin with. Once Azar has been reunited with himself and settled in, perhaps he can locate Nymph and learn what his closest friend has been doing in the time since they were last together, or even Misra, who had brought to life in his heart feelings that had never stirred for anyone else. But first, Azar. He just hopes that she had remained in her hiding spot, and that no would-be rescuers had taken her away.
They were a family, now and always, and he would find her even if she had been spirited elsewhere. The black stallion retraces his steps as best he can, sniffing the air for familiarity and judging which direction he is facing by the feel of the sun's warmth on his body. It doesn't take him long to single out the little one's scent and travel along after it, but he pauses when he realizes there are two other scents intertwined with hers, one male and one female. He considers bear form for the intimidation factor, but decides against it. His daughter had never seen him as anything but a horse, and it could backfire horribly and frighten her as well. Best to save that for back in the pinelands, where he would be able to see and reassure her that it was merely her daddy in a different form. Resuming his careful walk, Siberian continues on until the triplet set of breathing can be heard, so loud as to nearly be on top of the gathered equines. Extending his muzzle for a horsey-kiss, he turns his sightless eyes towards the sound of the one he had come seeking, focusing on her before either of the two strangers. "Azar? Are you alright? "
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna