Into the wild

The Prey

The Palomino stallion sniffed the breeze coming from the east. Everything seemed normal, but one last whiff of the air and he knew something wasn't right. And something that wasn't normal made the big beast uneasy. The smell was just a tad off. In less than a second a low whinny erupted from his lungs. He spun on his heels and sure enough he was right something was bad. Very bad. The shape shifted every so slightly and the stallion was off. The herd joined and ran at lightning speed across the grassy plains. The predator, a male cougar was tired and slowly disappeared behind the fleeing herd. The prey, always the prey, making them rely on all of their senses. The stallion's senses had saved them this time. They were lucky.The matriach of the herd began to lick and chew a sign that she herself was relaxing. But she kept them moving always ahead of predators. As they were the prey. Always the prey, for fifty-five million years till the present. Always the prey.