Royal makes his way through the low grass. He flows against his belly. It is clear that a big heard of herbivores has passed through the area, the grass looks all eaten up, and hoofprints are still stuck in the mud. The last few days have been rainy, leaving puddles on the ground and muddy surfaces to walk over.
Royal scoffs and keeps his tail up, so it will not touch the mud. He grumbles softly when he steps into a puddle he did not see on time. He ignores his now with mud...
