Motionless and rapidly becoming coated with white, he watches the battles unfolding from his position at Zayn's shoulder, taking it all in. It was both unnerving and beautiful, watching the equines before them engaged in their various life and death struggles. Siberian is content to simply watch, waiting for the command that he knows will come. For Zayn to choose a target for them to set upon, before they both become nothing more than a pair of mismatched snow sculptures. The older stallion doesn't leave him waiting long before he does just that, moving forward against the storm with rapid orders for the bear shifter to respond to. He squints against the falling snow in the direction that the palomino sabino had indicated, spotting the reddish horse after a moment of focusing. There. That would be their target, their prey. His lips peel back from ivory teeth briefly in response to spotting Weir, before he, too, begins moving towards the white-eyed invader. If this stallion was indeed the cause of the snowstorm, his master could not have picked out a better opponent for the two of them; he had to be stopped, and quickly.
With his padded paws and furry body, Siberian could easily make better progress through the storm than Zayn could, but he keeps close to the golden stallion, attempting to act as a windbreak for him as they advance towards the weathercaster. The ground shakes open, and he grunts with surprise, waiting until it is still once again, detouring around the tear in the earth. As they near the chestnut, Siberian stops, watching to see what Zayn will do attack-wise. The older Chamberling charges in, swinging his hooves at Weir's face. Believing that his master is providing a distraction, the grizzly shifter makes his own charge, being far enough back that he has the room to curve around from another direction. He gets within striking distance of the weather manipulator, coming at him from one side rather than the same direction from where Zayn had come. Attempting a surprise attack, Siberian lunges for the large target of the red male's barrel with open mouth and both sets of foreclaws. The bear roars silently in his mind, exhilarating in their first actual taste of battle, what it had wanted, what *they* wanted together now. Heart hammering in his own thick chest, Siberian hopes that at least one of his strikes will land, however with open ground to both his far side and to the rear, Weir is hardly trapped in place.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna