To make things worse, fossil evidence shows that juveniles live alone, separated from the herd until they reach at least a third of their adult weight.
At the same moment a sinewy brown hand caught the frightened horse by the curb, and forcing a way through the drove, soon brought her to the outskirts.
Members from each herd recognize each other despite time apart, and many investigate each other's mouths with their trunks to smell what their counterparts have been eating.
Global media started paying attention to the roving herd about a year ago, as the beasts started wreaking havoc through Yunnan's farmlands on a seemingly aimless migration northeast.
Choked by the rising cloud of dust and by the steam from the struggling creatures, she might have abandoned her efforts in despair, but for a kindly voice at her elbow which assured her of assistance.
They were probably hiding out in the forest, trying to eat as much as they could, get as big as they could as fast as they could so that they could join the herd. That's the best defense.