Outside.

You choose the outside. The cave had fewer monsters but tougher ones. Plus, what type of harpy sticks to the inside anyway? Your kind naturally needed to be free and fly, so you took off from the cave into the open air, soaring near some low hanging clouds. Down below were the grassland were the centaurs and unicorns, frolicking and fucking, even drinking in the centaurs case.

You even spotted a particularly interesting development below. A tipsy young centaur was getting anally punished by a fat tittied matron from the looks of it, her ass being speared on a pillar of horse meat while those tits nearly crushed her head to her chagrin. Probably tried to fuck her or her daughter without permission or something and she was paying for it now, wincing as the matron delivered a fat load into her belly. If you had a partner here you could totally suck each other off and drop the cum on their heads. That was always a treat to see as well as do. Good times.

You glanced behind you to see the mesa behind you, the place you once called home now a place with much inconvenience. You needed to find a new place, a new flock, maybe even... start your own flock. But first, you needed to settle down somewhere. Where would be a good place to go?

You decided to perch yourself on one of the large trees that were scattered around the grasslands. You defiantly weren't heading to one of the colder climates or the forests. Not enough room to really fly in the forest when you wanted to go low. Once again you scanned the grasslands around you to see if anything of interest and low risk would pop up. then, you decided to take care of yourself with a somewhat soothing round of self sucking, licking and suckling your tip. You were still careful to keep your eyes and ears open as you did so, extra cautious not to end up a plaything.