"Ferdinand, get over here."
Ferdinand had been standing in the Grassland, attempting to relive his memories. Memories of leading his herd. Memories of fighting off inferior Tauros. But then, when Harka heard his human-given name, Ferdinand, the only memory that would enter his mind was the darkness, the sound of the click, and the feeling of hopelessness that overcame him when he was captured by his trainer, Robert.
Robert wasn't a considerate human, at least not when dealing with Ferdinand. He tried to minimize the time Harka had to himself, especially time in the common room. Robert was obsessed with winning and thought the best way would be to push Harka/Ferdinand to the limit. All the time. Harka had been in the training room more than he'd care to remember and knew the feeling of a whip better than any other touch. Because of this, Harka decided to pretend to not hear Robert, although he knew this would lead to a punishment later.
Harka wasn't stupid, and he realized there was a free-for-all match in 30 minutes. That would postpone his punishment at least. "Funny," Harka said to no one in particular, "there sure have been a lot more of these free-for-alls today. Nothing anyone really has to plan for." Although Harka noticed this, he didn't think long on it. Harka wasn't the type to over think anything, more often than not, he under thought things.
After a few more minutes of padding around the grassland, Harka decided to try and at least lessen his punishment by heading towards his trainer. He stepped on a teleporter, taking him to the training room. Robert stood there with a disgusted look on his face.
"Let's go get a warm-up in, just in case you have to fight in 30 minutes." Robert lead the way to one of the uphill treadmills and pointed. Reluctantly but obediently, Harka climbed onto the treadmill, starting at a jog.