Across the pridelands, over rivers, tumbling through barren savannahs, they've always been here. Zebras. Herd after herd, mares and stallions alike, trek across the African wilderness in a struggle to survive. Hearts hardened stone-cold by the things they have endured, the next generation of suffers following, their hearts still tender and fragile.

their time will come.
the time when their hearts turn caulloused and hard, cold.

no one likes it, but it will come. it is the only way to survive.