The wind is rushing past you as you gallop across the plains. You don't know where your going, but right now, you don't care. All that matters to you is getting away from those cruel, hateful bunch of assholes that you once called your herd.
Eventually, your legs protest enough that you have to stop, not wanting to have them give out and leave you vulnerable to something. Glancing around, you find yourself in a rocky area that has little grass or greenery. You seem to have travelled a fair ways off...now what?