The high ground and the lower meadow

The morning group of grazers numbers roughly twelve and spreads across the meadow. These large, shaggy beasts feed on damp grass, moving their substantial heads and shaking their ears at the insects around them as Bram watches from above.

When Bram leaves his resting place to investigate, he descends into the meadow and passes between the feeding beasts. They tolerate his passage, and Mott follows unusually close while Bram walks toward the direction they previously face. Beyond the grazing area, Bram looks across gorse toward a distant stretch of low hills. His inspection takes him away from the meadow to a nearby depression, where the folds of surrounding land make the precise destination uncertain. Bram later crosses the meadow uphill on his return to the ridge, with Mott moving comfortably beside him again. The grazers continue feeding during his passage, and he thinks about the repeated interruptions he records in memory.