Sunset Valley dreams

The stench of disinfectant fades, and the warm, glowing scent of grass replaces it. Licking his lips, Ksura tastes it- recognizing the scent of wilderness from what he could remember before he'd been taken into the Bitterplace. As he blinked, he could see no more shining silver teeth holding him in place. Amid the verdant green is a blurry splash of red, whose scent he recognizes instantly.

The area, however, is completely new to him. 

Vast, beautiful, and unfamiliar. 

The ache in his hip reminded him of what had happened, though he still felt no remorse. The small, wooly creatures had been delectable, even if he hadn't eaten them. One by one he'd felled them, moving on to the next with deft deliverance. The sharp bark of sound and sudden pain in his hip had stopped him, and within moments everything had gone dark. 

The next minute, everything was bright, bitter. Things....Happened. He never felt truly himself, but he ate the odd offerings that appeared within the steel jaws that confined him while he'd been injured. One more pinprick of pain and it was all gone, anyway. 

Awakened by the breeze, Ksura sat up and shook his head. This wasn't the Outdoors, not anymore. This was vastly larger. The red woman had awakened as well, and he wondered if she knew where they were. He sighed faintly, disappointed. 

"No sheep." He commented quietly to himself.