Contrary to larger collective headcanon, some fluffies were able to evolve a cold tolerance after the last humans vanished. They survived as they always had, scavenging and sheer, inexplicable luck.
This herd survives following behind a herd of caribou, eating what the herbivores eat, able to traverse the dense snow by following the trails left by the larger ungulates, who, ignore the small annoying creatures for the most part.
With apologies to Robert Service: There are indeed strange things done under the midnight sun, but long after the prospectors have gone extinct, the ponies work tender moss loose from stones and still dream of sketties.
Ah it’s beautiful. I remember the only time I ever seen the northern lights. I was pretty little and was trick or treating. Knocked on a guy’s door and he pointed at the sky and said that’s pretty special and it was. Haven’t seen it since and it was one of the most beautiful things I ever seen.
Lovely! Reminds me a lot of the Beetle Moses comic of the beached anglerfish witnessing the sunset, in pure awe: “It’s so beautiful! I might never have known.”
They’re the caribou’s next meal when food runs low. Most herbivores are opportunistic omnivores.
Arctic winds are also the harshest in the world; how will the fluffies survive when they are light enough to be blown miles away by the wind? Find out next time on Planet Earth
