Hoshor Plains and yellow

go west young man

a bachelor he had remained, unable to secure himself the women that his ilk required to form a herd and then his childhood rival had reared up and—

kinya loped across the plains, having crossed the mountains, his heart and stomach lightened at last. 

the young man needed a new start. no doubt. he lowered his head, grazing abstractedly, waiting for some kind of—

sign

miss, he called to the red roan girl, lifting his head. come join me, away from the bison.

come join your own.