The land above was full of long grasses and flowers that were good to eat, especially after such a long, harrowing night. Shrai grazed until he was full, then set off to explore this strange land. The grasses were tall around him, some of their stalks heavy with grains.
It was a beautiful, healthy grassland, not unlike what he had left. But the grasses were different, and some were in bloom. Here and again, fleabane was in bloom, and milkweed towered towards the sky. Now and again, big tussocks of extremely tall grass that was too sharp-edged to eat blocked out parts of the sky.
Shrai passed rabbits and bees, and occasionally wild sheep. He didn't smell predators, but that didn't mean there weren't any, especially for such a small c'bana as he was. He padded through the grasses, though, wondering about where he was, what sort of place this was. Surely no place existed without a predator of some sort.
He was lost in thought of what any other c'bana would think of this place. Ludicrous, probably. A story too tall to tell. His reverie was shattered by the trumpeting cry of some strange creature.
Instinct took over. Where many creatures would go to ground and others would run, Shrai's instincts sang of flight. He flapped until he was airborn, and just in time. A thunder of a stampede shook the ground as he lifted off, a hundred voices or more crying out in the same trumpet that spoke of terror.
They were birds - large birds, easily large enough to support a human - with strong legs and tiny wings. Or at least, Shrai had assumed they were birds. None of them had a beak. They had more deer-like faces, and their bodies were covered in greenish fur... or maybe they were feathers actually? Shrai wasn't sure.
But it was an entire flock of them, thundering beneath his paws. One or two would break off, and the rest would follow. It was fascinating, watching them melt together as a gigantic herd and spread out in green-backed hues across the prairie.
And behind them, some kind of very quick cats.
Shrai swallowed thickly, decided he was not staying around for this.
He continued his trek away from the herd of giant birds, the cats that raced after them in hunt. He went to ground behind them, took a deep, tasting sniff of their scent. That, he knew, was something to avoid. He would do well to remember it.