Hoshor Plains lascaux

There were not many trees upon the plain, yet a few dotted the landscape. He did not feel it necessary to approach them often but the heat was beginning to bother him - his espresso coat of thick shoulder hair was unbecoming in this season - so he began to move along, a great lurching boulder upon the grassland.

He did not notice the bird in the big open sky, not until she had landed within the topmost branches of a dried up tree. Its branches reached for the sky as if in praise of the sun; but the bison didn't care for this either. He crossed beneath the tree and paused when a voice filled the air.

The voice was not one he knew. He did not know where it came from, and looked to either side with a seemingly lazy shift of his large head from side to side, and then took notice of the bird as it asked it's question. The bison huffed but he mutters, What does a sky-thing want with me? It wasn't often that he was made to speak, especially to such things as birds.