#the wolf used to be a deer

[chainuuser]

the wolf and the deer

[classicsonic]

oh god tumblr fucked the cropping up forever. anyways whatever some designs for a project im working on (i already posted one of these but its nice to have them all together)

[dandelionresilience]

Good News - March 15-21

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1. Comeback on the cards for Asian antelope declared extinct in Bangladesh

“Nilgais, the largest antelope species in Asia, are reappearing in northwestern Bangladesh, a country that was part of their historical range but where they were declared locally extinct in the 1930s due to habitat loss and hunting.”

2. Tribal Homes in Minnesotta [sic] Get $1.4M for Clean Electricity

““This grant will allow us to make electrification improvements to our members’ homes and involve them more directly in our efforts to change our energy narrative and achieve our net zero goal.””

3. Pollinators Flock to Flower-Filled Solar Panel Fields

“As populations of crucial pollinators decline, developers have been seeding the grounds of their solar arrays with native wildflowers. Now a five-year study published in Environmental Research Letters confirms that this approach boosts the pollinators’ abundance and diversity—with spillover benefits for surrounding farms.”

4. U.S. House of Representatives Passes WILD Act

“The WILD Act supports funding two different initiatives: […] the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s Partners for Fish and Wildlife Program offers critical support for voluntary conservation initiatives[, and…] The Multinational Species Conservation Funds play a pivotal role in supporting the conservation of imperiled species globally”

5. Private Gender Affirming Care Ban Fails To Advance In England After "Ferret Filibuster"

“A bill banning puberty blockers for trans youth and defining sex to exclude trans people was blocked from being heard after Labour MPs spoke at length on pet names and ferrets.”

6. Community-Led Effort to Plant Thousands of Seedlings

“Despite its urban surroundings, [the Tucki Tucki] creek serves as a vital refuge for the endangered platypus and purple spotted gudgeon populations. […] Planting native vegetation along the water’s edge serves multiple purposes. Not only does it provide crucial habitat for the endangered species, but it also helps stabilise the banks, mitigating erosion and reducing sedimentation in the creek.”

7. Court Ruling Halts Wolf Trapping and Snaring in Idaho Grizzly Bear Habitat

“[The ruling] will stop trapping and snaring […] to prevent the unlawful take of Endangered Species Act-protected grizzly bears. The decision stated, “There is ample evidence in the record, including from Idaho’s own witnesses, that lawfully set wolf traps and snares are reasonably likely to take grizzly bears in Idaho.””

8. A Boston grocery store is bringing community solar to a low-income area

“A group of energy-equity advocates in Boston is launching a community solar cooperative they say could be a scalable model for both reducing carbon emissions and building wealth in disadvantaged communities.”

9. Two-faced solar panels can generate more power at up to 70% less cost

“Scientists at the University of Surrey have built a new kind of solar panel with two faces, both of them pretty. Their flexible perovskite panels have electrodes made of tiny carbon nanotubes. These can generate more power with greater efficiency and at a cost 70% lower than existing solar panels.”

10. It's a boy! Athens zoo welcomes birth of rare pygmy hippo

“A rare and endangered pygmy hippopotamus has been born in Athens’ Attica Zoological Park for the first time in 10 years, delighting conservationists. A lack of male pygmy hippos in captivity had complicated breeding efforts, so zoo staff were “absolutely thrilled” the baby was a boy”

March 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[perfectly-inhuman]

Leshy (Inscryption) stimboard :). For @d0gt33th-and-m0ss X | X | X X | X | X X | X | X

[thefirstpaleontologist]

okay so I’m thinking yknow like vampires. Vampires are undead so if they die then I don’t think they could leave a ghost. But werewolves? Werewolves are just people who got cursed furry style. They still have souls. If a werewolf died I think they could totally play by the usual ghost rules of violent deaths and unfinished business etc. so then I’m wondering, if a werewolf dies and leaves a ghost, is that ghost still a werewolf, or did dying break the curse? Cause like. Imagine. Youre a ghost but you still turn into a wolf every full moon. And your wolf sona is just out there acting an undead fool once a month. So anyway let me set the scene. Old house, next to some woods. The locals say some old loner died out there in mysterious circumstances. A couple moves in, they’re so optimistic. It’s so scenic. What a lovely private piece of land. Only… ah. It’s got a bit of a wolf problem. Oh well it’s the woods they expected some wildlife to come with that. But then,, hmm. The house might be haunted too? Yikes. Now this couple will soon discover that on the bright side, these two big issues are actually only one big issue. Unfortunately that one issue is a werewolf ghost.

[stresslitzia]

Where's your fucking rage

[nolivingunderstarlight]

In the universe of the Locked Tomb, I would be in the Sixth House

Situation 1: I am at work, stripping stalls. (For the non-horse people among us, that's when you fully empty all of the bedding and feed out, sweeping and scooping up every last speck, so the stall is ready to powerwash or disinfect or sit empty for a while or whatever.) I'm scooping old hay scraps and dust out of a feeder, when I find bones! I take a picture for my friends to look at and then hide them in the truck until lunch, when I can look at them properly. We discuss possible animal options, not convinced of any of them. At lunch, I have a better look: two long bones, connected at a joint with some of the small bones and limited ligaments remaining. The small bones in the joint are clearly the bones of the knee (or the human wrist) and the length of the bones mean I am either holding the radius and ulna of some kind of predator or the radius and metacarpal of some kind of herbivore. After some more examination, I realize it's the radius and metacarpal, as the distal tip of the ulna is still attached to the radius, but the head has fractured off, so I likely have most of a deer leg.

No, the horse did not eat a deer leg. Sometimes deer die in hay fields (or died in the past and happen to be brought to the surface as the hay grows) and their bones get baled up. This also happens with cow bones, when a field that was once for cows becomes a hay field. Also, sometimes snakes, birds, mice, and other small critters can get baled up.

Situation 2: we live in rural Nevada. Our across-the-street neighbors, ah... majorly fucked up a lot in the last 3 years, culminating in getting evicted in November. The owners of the property have come to begin demo on the property, which the tenants took from "old, worn, but serviceable" to "absolute pile of trash, house unlivable" in a few years. The owners are lovely folks and had us over to see the damages and to let us know we could take anything we thought was useful, since they're planning to just take everything away and start over. The one owner, after showing us around, mentioned finding some bones in an area that we pointed out was originally where the tenants had kept goats. I, of course, went "BONES! I'd love to see them!" so away we went. In a 20ft radius, we found:

a damaged skull

half of a lower jaw

neck vertebrae

probably lumbar vertebrae

sacral vertibrae

one rib

a part of a pelvis

most of a hind leg (half of the femur through the metacarpal)

It's definitely a goat, and telling the owner this really eased some of her tension. She was afraid it was a dog or something worse; based on the state of the property, they wouldn't have been shocked to find a human body. But no, just a goat. We assume the rest of the bones got scattered by the dogs. (I will be taking the bones to add to my collection of Found Animal Bones.)

[ultimateanthropoll]

Beastars Tiebreaker:

Louis the Red Deer vs. Juno the Gray Wolf

[limbless-art]

July 8, 2023

[vectorvomit]

(CONTENT WARNING: Suicide, guns under cut)

[twoheadedfather]

when the media uses a bear as symbolism for an abuser

[witherbythesword]

thinking about unspeakable violence dished out like a soft caress. No sudden force, no screams of "no, no please stop" but just two people completly wrapped up in each other.

Embrasing the pain they give willingly and eagerly. Even as it gets more intense. Why act like you don't want it, you both you want it. To be hit and choked and cut with whinces and controlled breathing through the pain and tears but always a soft smile at the end.

Them being allowed to completly tire themself out, flex their muscles as much as they want. Feeling completly accepted and loved in their sadism. I want to be so good they get into a dom rush. Getting more and more intense and violent until they can't help themself and fold me in two to fuck me to pieces.

thinking about the calmness and the pain. The slow pressing of throats and forming bruises. Smiling into kisses as a pain that was almost unbearable subsides, ready to take more.

Being cut and it hurts so bad, your pupils blown wide, your whole focus on them. You look like a dear ready to be slaughtered under them so cute.

and then they take a lemon to squeeze the juice over to make you whimper some more.

[wingsmadeforflying]

I hate him. He knows he's a bastard.

My fingers are numb from foil. My fingers smell BECAUSE FUCKING EPOXY.

[enniewritesathing]

The🌿Forest God and his companion, The 🐺Wolf God

[ironbearsky]

the low road

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | closed starter

It was hot. He'd never been this far south before, and he was beginning to think he didn't like it. No—scratch that. He was certain he didn't like it. Already he'd sweat through at least a layer and a half of clothing, and he didn't even want to think about the insects bothering him and Basil, his sooty blood bay warmblood. Instead, Harris Talland did his best to ignore the air and what rode on it to focus on the task before him: locating his ass of a brother.

He'd heard about the ruckus Warren had made back at Emerald Ranch for a night before being thrown firmly out and heading south. Harris was between outrider jobs and relatively nearby, so, for the sake of their parents, he thought he'd try and track his twin down and knock some sense into him. Or, at least try. Warren had been an irritating attention-hoarder that grew up into a flat-out criminal, and it broke their mother's heart to think one of her boys had turned out in such a way. Every letter he got from her always asked if he'd seen his brother, and maybe if he sat down and had a conversation they could get Warren to come home for a bit. Harris didn't think it likely, but he was too sentimental for his own good, and so he found himself in the humid just of land that was Lemoyne.

Warren had been through Rhodes, that much was clear, as some folk accused Harris of starting a fight in the street the night prior. He and his brother didn't look exactly the same, but he supposed it was near enough that they might be confused for one another by those who didn't know them or see them side by side. He found out Warren had ridden southeast out of Rhodes, though where he could be headed, Harris didn't know. His brother also didn't typically come this far east close to truer civilization, so he imagined Warren had to be up to something worse than his usual repertoire. He wondered if it was some half-cocked job from that gang he ran with or some idiotic one he'd concocted himself.

Outside the town, however, there was little to indicate what direction his brother had gone in. Harris was stuck querying passersby if they'd seen a man of his own description in the recent past, and if so, which way he'd been going. It took him the better part of the afternoon, but he finally felt like he was on Warren's trail again. The trees felt sparse and almost scraggly around them, as if they, too, were suffering from the heat.

"Wonder if winter even makes it down here," he remarked to Basil as they rode over a set of train tracks. Ahead of him, the trees crept a little closer, with their reaching arms and long tendrils of grey-green moss hanging off them.

The crisscrossing trails leading through the wood were well defined, if overgrown, but he spied one that saw more use than the rest. If Warren was up to something, which he almost undoubtedly was, it'd have to be where there were more people. Maybe he thought folks living outside of the town proper would make easier marks. Harris nudged Basil to follow the better-worn path, and it wasn't long before a huge—but dilapidated—plantation came into view, with mounds of earthwork bracketing the dirt road leading toward the building. There'd been some kind of fight here, that was easy enough to tell, but Harris couldn't guess at how long ago it was without getting closer.

He pulled Basil up short to survey the area. There were tents and a wagon set up in a clear encampment in front of the building, and he could see a couple people walking around. They all seemed fairly normal from his distance, so he figured Warren wasn't here. But maybe they'd seen him. It was worth a shot anyway.

Harris tapped his heels to Basil's belly to set him into a walk toward the camp and was about to call out a greeting when an angry voice snarled and stopped him in his tracks.

"You!"

[stalactites]