The little colt meanders his way into the Playground, taking in all the new sights and just enjoying being alive. He was new to Beqanna, was Siberian. But there was nothing that he loved better than exploring, which makes it rather ideal for the black colt. He was rather young to be doing this alone, sure. Barely past being weaned. He had made travel-trips before, albeit always at the side of another family member. But waywardness ran in his family's blood, and sooner or later he would find his way back to them with new tales to share about where he'd been, and they would swap new ones of their own in turn. The Budyonny bounce-walks as he thinks about that, about how much fun that would be to delight his family and himself with a new round of storytelling, barely missing bumping into another foal as he does so. With a quick apology, he continues on until he spots a deep creek flowing its way through this territory.
He quickly makes his way to its banks with a delighted nicker and focuses inward until he feels *that* begin to happen. Thick brown fur rapidly begins to cover his sleek black coat, while his skin and the bones beneath set to rearranging themselves (which always felt super wierd and just a bit painful, thankfully), and his hooves and tail making way for ursine replacements. It is a little grizzly bear cub that pads down into the cold waters now, easily swimming about in the slow current. He moves back to a shallower spot after a bit, sticking his head under the water in hopes of any fish coming close enough for him to try and catch one, as his mother had attempted teaching him to do before the wanderlust had caught up with him. All he manages to do is splash and scare said fish away, but Siberian is not discouraged. He is a patient sort, and has plenty of time on his furry little paws. He will spend all day figuring out this trick if he has to. Curving a paw, he tries once again to capture the elusive fishies.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna