The water raged around him. The sky above lit in the morning light of Autumn. He knew not where he had fallen, or where he had ended up, or where the water had carried him. But he had a feeling this was nowhere near home. Waterlogged, the yearling could hardly pull himself further away from the shallows, and so dropped his head where he lied. His lower half remained in the shallows of the water, head resting on the damp grounds. Breathing was still quick and harsh, chest heaving as he tried to regain his senses. He didn't know how long he had been in the water, or how long he had been tossed and dragged before finally being thrown onto shore, all he knew was that he was glad to finally be on solid ground.
Several hours would pass, the sun rising higher into the sky. The yearling had fallen into an uneasy sleep, his body shivering from the cold as he still had not the strength to move from where he lied. Where was he? Where was his family? He felt alone, crawling upon the shores of a land unknown.
