Wading through the tall grass of the warm savanna you have found yourself in would be rather easy, were it not for constantly holding one arm over your breasts and the other over your otherwise exposed sex... causing you to wipe out a couple times from tripping. everything you hear snaps your attention to it, each sound so loud and impossible to ignore, but thankfully never turns out to be anything of import... everything smells so... well so much honestly, you can smell the dirt, the grass, even the scent coming from yourself... THAT scent is rather pleasant, especially when you pause to take a deeeep breath of it, failing to hear the silent paws of a 'predator' stalking you through the grass as you travel.