The world spread far and wide on either side; an endless maze of paths to take and opportunities. There was always the chance for loss, a feeling of hopelessness and loneliness that blew in on a cold, northern wind. He turns back and looks at his family one last time before leaving the plains, trying something new in the warm and humid air. But before long, he is trapped, feeling the pain in his chest as he cannot bear to stay in one place; a plant whose roots finally chose to dig deep down underground, and anchor him in place. It is sharp, and it cuts and pierces his soft skin.
He is unwilling, and looks out far while the twisting vines curl and snake around his hooves and legs, binding him down while he wails out in agony. There must be some way out of this place; if only for a little while. He would chase until he could chase no more to find a way. The world must be seen.