Miden looked around in confusion, not knowing where he was, as he was now about six pony years old, and only had the skills and memories that he did back then. What was odd was that he hadn’t learned much English yet, so he couldn’t speak full sentences.
“What..?” the little monocerus asked, confused and a bit scared.
Miden ran through the forest, looking for somewhere to get out of the pouring rain. The cub was freezing, drenched, scared, and lost. Eventually, he came across a cave. The monocerus bolted inside, stopping, panting and shaking water off of himself, before turning and looking at the raging storm outside the cave mouth.
*the xenomorph queen saw him in her cave and watched*