Letting out that roar felt almost soothing in its aftermath, and Siberian wonders if he's just put a new spin on the concept of primal scream therapy. It also seems to have done the trick of drawing attention to himself, as his round furry ears catch the sound of someone approaching, silent aside from their hesitant hoofsteps. The Budyonny can't blame them, honestly, for the wariness. Horses in the Chamber were familiar with his ability, but if he were this stranger, he wouldn't be too excited to be approaching a grizzly bear either, even if it seemed disinclined to attack. He tries out a smile, being careful not to display his sharp fangs. "Hello, I'm Siberian. Don't worry; under all this fur I am secretly a horse. " He listens carefully for the expected response, but hears none forthcoming aside from quiet snorting. Puzzled, he tilts his head. Was his visitor deaf? Oh, wouldn't that be a comedy, the two of them trying to communicate!
As he stands there, trying to figure out what to do next, the bearshifter now catches two new scents, equine scents that give off an icy aroma somehow, and turns his milky eyes in their direction, smile still etched upon his muzzle. Were they, too, wary of him? He is unsure if they had been close enough at the time he offered his name to the silent horse, and so deems it necessary to repeat his words once again. "My name's Siberian, and you can come closer if you like. I won't hurt you, I'm just a shapeshifter, not a true bear. " If the first horse he had been approached by was indeed deaf, perhaps they would still be lucky enough all around that they could read lips, so that at least his words could be understood, even if they could not reciprocate verbally. As he had done so long ago during his first meeting with Misra, when she was still a filly, he lies down now, trying to appear non-threatening. It had (eventually) worked with her, it might well work here too, and it is worth a try.
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna