Clomping of heavy hoofs upon wooden flooring was about loud enough to warn his friends of the coming their way by a large size of beast. As with each one Eric came close unto, his urgency to escape that mansion became his dearest desire.
Huffing his breathing, snorting occasionally, Eric made his way back to the foyer, and then with some sense of relief, he marched out into the damp weather, as a wild eyed Ass.
The instant he eluded from the mansion and its chilly mold and mildew smells, his greater nostrils began to assert of many new and uncommon scents and or smells; some as such he when human might never know or would ignore.
Thoughts of those he had turned tail upon and left to find their own manner of delight or misery within the walls of what each knew was a haunted mansion, Eric struck out into his new world, he following a line of scent, scenting the need and want from his loins to feel his masculinity for real.
Trotting along down the dirt road in farm country, Eric began to sort out the varied scents, seeing then of cows, goats, pigs and then others, but after several miles he came to stand, sniff, and get a major arousal from those of his own new kind.