these ones don't have stripes

Birna had not intended to end up on an island. She wasn't the sort to go willingly swimming but in her effort to shelter from a storm her tree was knocked over and into the sea. Hanging onto floating trunk was the best she could do until the storm subsided and she arrived on a nearby island. The good news was that she could probably swim back, the bad news was that she was terribly hungry.

She now sat crouched amongst the grass, watching some strange plant-eaters grazing as she debated whether or not they were a reasonable food source. The were stocky and muscular in a way that made them seem more dangerous than going after deer, rabbit or even mountain goats. Speaking of goats… a set of bighorn sheep horns caught her attention as she spied a familiar wolven form. Slinking through the grass she chuffed softly to get the others attention. "May I join you?"

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