Abruptly, he realized the situation. In a culture of herbivores, what food could there be but herbiage? There would be milk, in time, but not for—he probed—months.
In probing, too, he found the visualization of his life with her ready at the surface of Riya's mind.
There was no shelter on the plain. His fur was all the shelter necessary.
But I don't have any fur.
In the fall, they would move to the southern range.
Walk? A thousand miles?
He would grow big and strong. In a year, he would be a sire himself.
His reaction was simple, and practiced. He adjusted his reality concept to Reimannian topology. Not actually, but subjectively, he felt himself beginning to slip Earthward.
Riya stiffened in alarm. The calf was straying. The knowledge was relayed from her mother-centers to the telepathic functions.