The bear-colt shrugs his furry shoulders, not worried about being interrupted. "Ah, it's not a big deal. There will always be fish to try and catch. Plenty of other fish...in the sea. " Siberian jokes, chuckling briefly. He takes a step towards Zayn when the other horse makes to move away, but stops when the palomino sabino does. He is relieved that his new friend has changed his mind about leaving, just when they had started getting acquainted. The cub sits down in the stream as he listens, fascinated, to Zayn's story about his queen. She sounded rather nice, to hear the older colt describe her. And ravens? He knew about ravens; they were one of the quieter bird species. They weren't as bossy as their larger cousins, the crows, and they were pretty, their feathers the same glossy dark shade as the color of his equine body.
The tale of this mare being able to become a raven, well that was fascinating too. His family's ability was entirely ursine; for many generations they had been able to shapechange, but only into the form he now wore, and no other species. Well, except for that one crazy uncle that every family seemed to have, but didn't talk about or invite to family gatherings. Siberian was informed that that relative had gone about annoying everyone with his badger-sized pranks. He looks back at Zayn, having let his gaze drift along with his thoughts. He hesitates before speaking, debating if he should head on home now or go along and visit the palomino colt's home. In the end, though, the boy can't resist indulging his wanderlust urge. He scrambles up out of the chilly creek water, eager to come along.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna