A desert like plain opens out before you, golden hues shimmer uniformly in the gentle breeze as you happen upon the grazing herd of bison. You ponder for a while, gazing; but not really seeing, as they just seem so carefree. Making you wish you too good feel the same. You focus on one as it moves a step closer, it's dark colour and huge size standing out from the long fimble, fauna. Their darkened coat catches the small gusts, noticing that parts of their fur is still growing through. The colder weather perhaps making them grow a winter jacket. Scents of hay and a must tickle upon your nostrils, If you focused your mind you'd probably catch that tiny hint of pine and perhaps cedar if you are sharp enough. 

This is when you notice the forest of conifers lining the horizon, giving a break in the vast golden, sandy hues that the grasses give. But what strikes you most is the huge alpine tundra towering high above all, It stood proudly in shades of grey, gloriously crowned in white. The purest of all. 

Going back to the herd of bison; whom where slowly moving west. Which was what caught your attention again, you notice something within the grass. Too low to get a clear view of this heap you move closer, careful of the bison as to not cause a sudden scare among them. Their young where still growing, the herd would be over protective. You even notice that they seem to keep the young within a circle that they so naturally make and even keep upon movement, always making sure the young were safe. But your focus goes back to the unknown,  it peaks your curiosity. Something had been laid within that same herd, meaning that it could not be a predator, it was something they deemed un-harmful. Watching with utmost concentration, you focus deeply upon this shape, waiting for the wind to blow it  back into view again. 

You gasp as you get a slight view, as gasp of excitement perhaps? It appears to be a lighter brown in colour, a shade or two between the foliage and those bison. Something sparkles as the sun catches this heap. It edges look to soft to be a rock, it was not the right shape to be a fallen tree, nor could it have been a Bison. Was it alive? was it breathing if it was? Maybe injured. Maybe you should take a closer look.

Amun lays in an awkward heap on the ground, he is fast asleep. exhausted from traveling for such a long time, his legs have given up. 

”Speech Speech.”