The Budyonny can hear Zayn calling for him and he sighs, breath frosting out into the cold air. It was bad enough that he'd been tricked, that what he'd thought was a visit had turned out to be more of a one way trip deal once he had passed the border of the Chamber and it was too late to escape back to his family, without the red-eyed colt bossing him about on top of it all. He'd considered making a shot at freedom, of course. But those ravens, the queen's pets, they were everywhere. They were the kingdom's spies. The captive has no doubt that should he bolt, pursuit would be swift, and also that the resulting punishment would not be a pleasant experience for himself. And aside from the "you shall not pass" bit, the bear-shifter's life here had not been harsh overall. No torture, no tiny prison cell, no starvation. He hates to admit it, is fighting against it, but realizes that he is slowly becoming accustomed to Zayn's asserted authority and the rest of the situation.
With that unsettling realization in mind, he gives up his attempt at pawing through the snow to reach the grass frozen beneath, and turns away from the forest-edge where he spent most of his time since winter had begun, where the trees offered a bit of shelter from the snow. He pauses briefly to shift into his grizzly form with its much thicker fur and padded paws, before continuing on towards the direction the palomino sabino had called from. The center of the Chamber, of course. Where that endlessly heart-thumping patch of ground was. That was another reason he kept towards the edges; Siberian still isn't quite used to the idea of being around a tree that was always on fire for some reason, yet never seemed to be consumed to ashes. He skirts it as he comes up on Zayn and the little ground squirrel, wondering what game he was playing now. The area was deserted except for the two of them, for which the boy is grateful for. His rose-colored view of the world had shattered the day Zayn had lured him here, and with it nearly all of his desire to befriend other equines. He preferred solitude now, whenever he could find it. Frequent socializing was no longer something that Siberian cherished. "Zayn. Shouldn't that squirrel be hibernating?"
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna