The yellow-splashed stallion watched the bear hesitantly, the faint primative markings on his forelegs dancing as he shifted his weight. A startled snort slipped out as he jerked his head up when the bear-beast smiled. Such a terrifying expression on even the friendliest of bears, if there were such a thing. But his feet remained grounded, curiousity overwhelming any sense of caution. Deep milky eyes of the blind gazed calmly in his direction, giving the stallion a little confidence.
The bear's lips moved, and Baymax realized it could speak. He tried to watch the words, but.. he had never read a bear's lips and their hardened snouts were much too different than the velvety mugs he was more accustomed to. Sound and speech alike from the creature bypassed him completely, yet he studied him nonetheless. His fear had eased and his body was relaxed. The stallion grew curiouser and curiouser about the bear, and carefully stretched his nose towards him tentatively. He could just almost touch the fur..
Blind-bear sniffed the air and his unseeing gaze turned in another direction, the sudden movement startling Baymax again as he jerked away, eyes wide. As the beast's mouth began moving again, the stallion followed his gaze and spotted his new verbal prey: two intrigued young siblings from the look of it. He loved kids and a goofy grin split his mouth. He didn't fear the bear would hurt them, as it continued to be calm and even laid down peacefully. Baymax was much nearer to it anyway, so if indeed it decided to attack he would be a natural target, most especially for a bear depending on scent and sound.
He looked down at Blind-bear and wondered if he really was friendly. It was far better that he check before the younger ones tried to do so. Somehow he didn't feel afraid of him anymore. Then again he was far too trusting and naive, some said. Still.. he reached out again and slowly, carefully, pushed his nose just below the bear's left ear, blowing a slow breath on him as he noted the different scents; woodsy, bearish, a little like a horse.
Well, while the bear was choosing to be nice, he dropped down next to him and sprawled out in the dirt. It was his favorite thing to do after all and he simply couldn't pass up the chance to lie there with a bear. He chuckled to himself. His sisters would fuureeak when he told them what he did today when he had finally escaped their watchful eyes.
His spine brushed against the bear as he shifted then settled, heaving out a long deep sigh. Calm brown eyes shifted to the siblings again passively, watching in case their lips formed words.
The bear's lips moved, and Baymax realized it could speak. He tried to watch the words, but.. he had never read a bear's lips and their hardened snouts were much too different than the velvety mugs he was more accustomed to. Sound and speech alike from the creature bypassed him completely, yet he studied him nonetheless. His fear had eased and his body was relaxed. The stallion grew curiouser and curiouser about the bear, and carefully stretched his nose towards him tentatively. He could just almost touch the fur..
Blind-bear sniffed the air and his unseeing gaze turned in another direction, the sudden movement startling Baymax again as he jerked away, eyes wide. As the beast's mouth began moving again, the stallion followed his gaze and spotted his new verbal prey: two intrigued young siblings from the look of it. He loved kids and a goofy grin split his mouth. He didn't fear the bear would hurt them, as it continued to be calm and even laid down peacefully. Baymax was much nearer to it anyway, so if indeed it decided to attack he would be a natural target, most especially for a bear depending on scent and sound.
He looked down at Blind-bear and wondered if he really was friendly. It was far better that he check before the younger ones tried to do so. Somehow he didn't feel afraid of him anymore. Then again he was far too trusting and naive, some said. Still.. he reached out again and slowly, carefully, pushed his nose just below the bear's left ear, blowing a slow breath on him as he noted the different scents; woodsy, bearish, a little like a horse.
Well, while the bear was choosing to be nice, he dropped down next to him and sprawled out in the dirt. It was his favorite thing to do after all and he simply couldn't pass up the chance to lie there with a bear. He chuckled to himself. His sisters would fuureeak when he told them what he did today when he had finally escaped their watchful eyes.
His spine brushed against the bear as he shifted then settled, heaving out a long deep sigh. Calm brown eyes shifted to the siblings again passively, watching in case their lips formed words.