He was free! Free to roam as far as he pleased, through vast plains and simmering deserts where slender Acha played alongside him, and then down, down, down into the swamplands where the large-hooved Kimeti greeted him in many voices. So many cousins!
His excitement drew him on until he met the ocean and crossed even that, legs hardly even striking the surface as he pushed on, reaching yet stranger lands of wilder creatures and others he couldn't even call cousins, so long had they been separated.
And finally he was ready to return home, through the wild lands and the ocean and the swamps and deserts, back to the shaking, rustling grasses that he loved so dearly.
Where else but the plains could he find his resting place?