Evidently, only the kingdoms had been swallowed up by the earth, and all of the common lands did remain, for in the air of where he currently stands is the strong scent of the land he had come to identify as being the Forest, the secondary gathering land. The smell gives the blind stallion comfort; it reminds him of the piney perfume of their lost Chamber home. He will follow Nymph and the rest of the former Chamberlings to wherever they can find and establish a new home, but for now Siberian is on his own, having some "me time", trying to come to terms with being unable to call upon on his shapeshifted form. Or so he thinks. His ears catch a clunking sound nearby, and his head tilts with confusion, wondering what that was. After a moment, he turns and moves in that direction, trying to track it down.
He hears the sound of sniffling now, a child's by the "tone" of it, and has to restrain himself from the urge to break into a trot to reach whoever it was that much quicker. He'd do the foal no favors if he hurt himself in the rush to reach and aid them. Once her scent and sound of breathing are practically screaming in his nose and ears, he stops, aiming his face towards her as best he can guess, so that he at least *seems* to be looking at her despite his milky eyes. "Hello? Are you alright, do you need some help? I'm Siberian, by the way. " He's not sure what aid he can give without vision and the flexibility of bear paws, but he will try his best to help. The Budyonny would not leave a child in distress, no matter the situation. They were his soft spot, his weakness if you will. Even during the invasion of the Chamber, his primary goal had been to protect the two younglings that had belonged to Kimber, despite the chaos that had descended all around them during that time.
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Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna