A bison running with the herd...
is swept along, abandons its own sense of direction.
All that fills its vision are the swaying rumps ahead, the stench of dung, and the musk of fear.
Unknowing, it follows them blindly into the abyss.
is swept along, abandons its own sense of direction.
All that fills its vision are the swaying rumps ahead, the stench of dung, and the musk of fear.
Unknowing, it follows them blindly into the abyss.