Sassafraaz

"That's a moose!" Doyle exclaimed after the stork had flown away. The calf was just that, a baby, though it stood shoulders above the foals already. Lottie, of course, took to making friends immediately, while Koja and Petri hung back until the filly called for them to join. The bachelor's remained in their own clump. Ripley wasn't sure everyone else was so much thinking on what to do next as - at least in Rackham and Doyle's case - waiting for him to make some kind of call about it. They didn't exactly have much else they were supposed to be doing. Tracking down a herd of moose wasn't hard either, they were moose after all, but... "Well that one's really not one of ours, is it?" Lareth laughed with a pointed look to Ripley. The foals weren't a bad idea, Ripley was still sure of it. Someday, the right mares were going to feel sorry for them all and stick around... But moose weren't exactly mares. Rackham huffed. Ripley had been wondering when his brother was going to get fed up