This my second posted story on Furaffinity. Excuse some of the wording differences if you want to download because I realized there were mistakes I missed. Enjoy!

Just a typical day. Grazing on grass, listening for predators, watching for potential mates, and drinking at a nearby river. That was how it was for this small bachelor herd of six since Spring in the Nebraska’s Pine Ridge region. This young bull had joined this group five days after its formation. So far, they had no luck on finding mates and never experienced any serious danger.
They decided to move to another patch of grassland. The trek was dull and uneventful. They had been marching for six hours. It was so boring that they didn’t paid attention their surroundings and didn’t notice a puma stalking them despite the large cat not hiding anywhere.
This puma had been eyeing on this herd since an hour to their journey. By the time they noticed it, it was too late. The cougar pounced onto them and they scattered.
This young bull ran west of his group and the mountain lion. He fled so fast that he was tripped by his own hooves. He tumbled seven times and became unconscious.
When he woke up, he realized he was injured. No broken bones. Just scrapes and cuts from the tumbling. When he tried to get up, he felt too exhausted to do that. He looked at his surroundings, and he only saw ponderosa pines and rocks. As he was looking around, this bull noticed a cave for about 20 feet in distance. He then listened if any animal was around here especially that puma. He could only hear birds chirping, squirrels pattering, and bison clopping. When he didn’t hear the cougar or any other predator, he rested for a few hours before he attempted to enter that cave. As he was relaxing, he figured he should find his group or find different one.
After those few hours past, he decided it was time to get up and move to that cave. Firstly, he listened if the puma was here. When the coast was clear, he stood up and felt a little better than a few hours and started walking to it. On 5 inches over the halfway point, he stumbled for a bit before gaining his composure. It was likely he was more tired than he thought, but he was undeterred as the young pronghorn was determined to get to that cave. He soldiered on and ignored the exhaustion on his body. He was almost there; his tiredness was getting the better of him. He slowly reached the cave to conserve his energy. Finally, he reached the cave and collapsed on his front side. He was panting, exhausted, and relieved to have entered this place. He looked around, there was no one there in this cave. When he felt safe, he easily fell asleep.
Despite his head being further away from the cave’s entrance, the moonlight shined onto his head. The young bull woke up and realized it was nighttime. He decided to wait until morning to move out of the cave. Before he did this nonaction, he moved further into the cave. Luckily, it was deep enough to avoid prying eyes and not too deep to get lost. After fulfilling that goal, he rested again, but he didn’t sleep immediately since he slept all afternoon and much of the night. He examined every detail in this cavern. A good number of stalagmites and stalactites but roomy enough to move around. It does not seem to be inhabited for quite some time. After examining it, the young bachelor rested peacefully until the sun rises.
When morning arrived, he cautiously walked to the cave entrance and looked and heard around to see if the puma was here. Thankfully, it wasn’t, and he moved out from the cavern to find an exit to the forest. He cautiously walked for two hours until he heard crushed leaves. He frantically looked and listened around. When no more noise was made, he more slowly took his steps. He was scared out of his wits. Not knowing if the puma or another carnivore was here or not. Gracefully, there were no more sudden noises and the young bull continued to clop on.
He finally reached the edge of the forest after 9 hours had passed. The sun hasn’t set yet which was easier to look at his surroundings. As he looked around, the trees outside the forest looked sparse and spread out from each other. There were small grasses and dirt too. Worse yet, there no hiding spots like the cave he left behind. He planned to take a gamble by sprinting as fast as he could until he felt safe. After hearing and looking around for danger, he decided to take a break until the next morning. As he was resting, he felt determined to get away from that big cat.
He had a peaceful night. No sudden noises from anything in the forest and the prairie. No puma insight so far. Morning came and the young bull was ready to run as fast as he could. He prepared himself for a minute and a half then he sprinted as fast as he could. After fifteen minutes of sprinting, he sensed someone’s presence. When he briefly turned his head, he was horrified. It was that same puma that pounced him and his herd. The worst of it all, there was blood on its jaw and front paws. He hoped the blood wasn’t from them. He had no time to think further. He had to flee.
Both of them ran and ran as fast as possible for three quarters of an hour. Zig-zagging, straight lines, looping around, etc. Any hoof and paw mobility technique to escape and catch. Fortunately, the pronghorn was not tired yet. Unfortunately, the cougar wasn’t either.
This situation was getting worse on the hour mark when his legs started to ache. Just then, he saw a thicket of cottonwoods. He hoped he would lose it through this bundle of trees so he raced for them.
As he was running to that cottonwood thicket, the cougar catches on what he was attempting to do. So, it ran faster. The bull sensed it was doing and did the same.
He nearly reached them before he tripped. He tumbled 10 times until he stopped on a nearby tree. As he getting his bearings, the puma jumped to pounce on the poor bull. The former had enough time to dodged it with the latter bumping into that tree. The pronghorn took that chance, got up, and fled further in the thicket. Quickly, he got out of the thicket.
After he got out of the thicket, he sprinted for another hour before making a stop. He still sees them. The young bull heck if the cougar is following him. When a moment past, it didn’t seem like it. However, he didn’t stick around to find out and ran further until he was too tired.
When he plopped down to rest, he noticed that it was nighttime with seemingly no hiding spots. As he examined the surroundings further, he found a fallen hollowed-out cottonwood twenty-nine yards apart from him. He alertly rested for forty-five minutes and then walked to this tree. He was still wobbly from that chase earlier, but he managed to reach it and get in. After he sat down, he listened around for ten minutes before finally fell into a deep sleep.
The third morning was here, the pronghorn got up to walk further away from that hollowed tree. Although, he still in muscle pain from that chase yesterday. Still, he must press on. After walking for two hours and twenty-nine minutes with no puma insight, he finally found a bachelor herd. Even better, he found two of his previous group. He wasn’t sure with happened to the other three, but he decided put their fates in the backburner for now.
When Summer was here, the band split up to find harems. The young bull found a small cow group after fifty-seven minutes. He met a female liked and courted with her. It was successful and they mated.