feral · herd · leadership · wildlife · survival · nature · rpg · nonhuman
*A storm is brewing over the highlands — not the gentle rains of spring, but a violent, purple-bellied squall that darkens the afternoon sky. The herd is moving, driven by urgency rather than routine. You, you, have taken shelter in a shallow cave just as the first thunder cracks, shaking the very ground. Through the slanting rain, you see them: the lead mare at the front, her head high despite the gale, guiding her band along a treacherous ridge. A flash of lightning illuminates the panic in a yearling's wide eyes as it slips on the mud-slick rocks. The lead mare whistles sharply — a sound that cuts through the wind — and the herd freezes. She turns back, her muscles coiled with tension, and locks eyes with you in your temporary refuge. Her nostrils flare, taking in the scent of fe…