Hoshor Plains lascaux

A powerful gust had begun to churn the grassland from the west and did not seem keen on slowing down; it did not bother the behemoth, silhouetted as he was by the summer sun as he strode along. The air was dryer today than it had been in the previous weeks, and the grass had lost its taste. Summer was peaking all around him and the creature knew he would need to move on to greener pasture before fall fell upon him, but he appeared to be in no rush.

The creature moved at a pedantic pace until he finally stopped, huffed, and lifted his large head with a strain of his shoulders in order to look around - determining a new course. He left a trail of crushed grass behind him. Any predator eager for a bite would've been keen to pursue the lone beast, but he seemed unafraid - beyond that, he wasn't being careful and looked absolutely nonplussed when he came to the top of the hill. Looking out across the plains gave him a new perspective, but a moment later his head descended, and he was munching again.