Siberian had thought that with the matter of his argumentative "other half" settled, it was time to go back to the Chamber, even if night was fast upon them. His young companion, however, had surprised him with other plans, and now was using his paw for a pillow. The Budyonny looks down at her, marveling at the complete reversal in trust that had occurred in the hours since they had so abruptly met. And then he attempts to wriggle his paw loose and make his escape, but that only causes the sleeping filly to burrow even closer to his shaggy hide and pin his foot even further. A soft sigh escapes him as he gives up the hope of getting loose. No, he was trapped here, at least until morning came and Misra woke up once again. His expression shifts to a mixture of amusement and annoyance at her bold actions, but he remains where he is rather than forcefully yank his paw free out from under the slumbering pegasus.
She was a brave soul, this Cove girl, and she had a good heart to be so trusting of him now that she would actually curl up next to him as if he wore the shape of a housecat rather than that of a massive predator. His eyes upon her are gentler than he would ever let another Chamberling see them as, lest they think him grown soft and unfit for duty. For awhile, he simply stares absently off in the direction of the shore, listening to the waves' unending song and not thinking of much of anything at all, simply marveling at the continued silence in his head. Eventually however, sleep catches up with him as it had Misra, and he lets out a truly impressive yawn before lowering his head down between his paws. He looks at the filly again out of the corner of the eye closest to her, blinks several times, and closes his own eyes in sleep, another sigh escaping his lips as he succumbs to the sandman.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna