His unseen, unofficial "greeter" arrives on scene, all rapid breathing and furious rushing, like a whirlwind in equine form. Siberian hears an odd crackling in the air, air that is becoming colder despite his thick fur. Routine inhaling of breath through his nose causes the transformed stallion to let out a soft sound of confusion, even as he maintains his tense position facing the Taiga resident. This other horse, *he* smelled like the barely-remembered glaciers from the Budyonny's foalhood. How was that possible? The longing to see hits him again at that moment, wanting so much to know what was going on in the invisible world that surrounds him, wanting to know what magic the other stallion was performing. Unwilling to back down, still clinging to the mission he'd been sent on, Siberian keeps his face stoic, his more-or-less correctly-facing gaze steady.
He is distracted, however, when his ears and nose inform him of a second arrival, this one a female. Sort of. Lupine instead of equine, but she speaks clearly to the pair locked in their standoff positions. Was she one of his kind, a shapeshifter? Her presence left him outnumbered, though judging by her location she was not attempting to flank him, and so he does not try to maneuver himself into a more sheltered position. The female's voice is sharp, stern, a veteran commander's. He knows that sort of tone, had been conditioned long ago to respond to it. She is not Zayn, nor even was she Kimber, but Siberian is still helpless to not be influenced by her barked command. He maintains his iron stance for a moment longer, then relaxes. Thick lips come together to cover the curved ivory teeth, and no growls issue forth. The grizzly-shifter turns his head towards where the she-wolf had demanded an end to their pending battle before it began, ears still alert for any sign that the Taiga ice-horse is not so keen on olive branches.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna