Once again, the sense of deja vu washed over her. The purring filled the forest, even overriding her pounding heartbeat. She was lulled to peace, to sleep, by the sound. Yet, she resisted. There was no place of calm for her, nowhere she could let her guard down. Life was, always and forever, a struggle, and her need to contest vied mightily with the force of serenity offered to her. Serenity on one hand, unceasing strife on the other, they both drew her. But, she felt her path had been chosen for her long ago. She jumped to her feet, placenta remains falling from her womb, bared her tusks, and pawed angrily at the ground.