Siberian watches with concern as Nymphetamine leaves the spot where the dead had torn into the Gates stallion and back towards the group, reeling and barely able to keep himself upright. Quite a taxing ability, that necromancy. He's just as glad to have the trait that he does, instead...it didn't drain his energy yet was still quite useful in battle. On the other hand, the dead didn't argue with their summoner, as the bear in his head was wont to do, so Nymph had the advantage there. The Budyonny is thanked, by both the bay stallion and the blue mare, something he had not quite expected even though it was a natural reaction for them now that the children were completely safe. He ducks his shaggy head briefly in acknowledgement, murmuring a "you're welcome" to them, as something else he hadn't expected, happens. He feels pride, feels the "warm and fuzzies" that he had heard described by his birth family but never actually felt until now. Killing Fiasko, that had not been something he was proud of, but helping to look after the young Chamberlings and keeping them safe (mostly), being appreciated for it, that was a pleasure.
The moment doesn't last long, as Zayn approaches, seeming to be actually at a loss for words when the pair thanks him as well. That was yet another new thing, to see his master's silver tongue fail him, though the young stallion carefully keeps his face neutral, hiding his slight amusement. He still feels the further change in himself though, the feelings of comradery binding him ever tighter to the ranks of the Chamber. The palomino sabino turns to him now, calling him to war. For the first time in their time together, the Budyonny doesn't protest or drag his feet in response to a command. He feels the same eagerness as the bear does; both halves of him in agreement that the invaders must be driven out of their home, so that the Chamber's children would be kept safe from further harm. He pauses briefly to look back at the scene they are leaving behind: Nymph leaning against Kimber, the two foals, Shaytan still keeping close to the fiery tree she was devoted to, the bloody spot where Rapscallion had met his end. The bear-shifter doesn't linger for long, however, not wanting an angry scolding for failing to keep up, and hurries to catch up with Zayn.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna