[a snoozing skerple]

This one's fur is a combination of designs in reference to a couple of horses I've met, Blake and Hummer.
Avast, ye scurvy scuttler, for there be pasture-ho at the end of these woods! Unnecessary piratical shenanigans aside, you should probably keep to the outside of the wire; not all of the thick, ambling blocks in there are horses, and in fact some have rather large horns.
Atleast you can still oggle the little ones from back here. Some are sleeping, some grazing, a scarce few want to play this late at night, but one of them seems to be plodding towards you. Okay, that one can't be an ungulate. Its got incredibly short legs, and certainly a tail too long for a herd critter.
Sure enough, it clambers up onto a log beside you, and from up close it's quite clearly a possum of some sort. It seems to be very curious about you.

The critter says what now?
[offer the critter some oats]
[sit on the log and commune with the moonrat]
[sniff the possum vigorously. now you're speaking the same language.]
[moo at the moonrat. with the kind of company it seems to be keeping, that's probably what it's hearing all day anyway.]

Everest belongs to Wolfy858.

[persay]

{Offer the moonrat some oats}

His name shall be Everest

[a snoozing skerple]

No possum can resist free food - looks like you've got a new friend. :)
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