Taking care of Grendel was a learning process.
Zoey was correct, a domesticated mare had no chance of recognizing the subtle clues that a feral foal would display when it needed something
Most of the time Grendel was so quiet that if not for his immense size you’d probably forget he was even there
Grendel really only bothered you when he needed food
But on the other hand you had to keep a much closer eye on him to make sure he didn’t “relieve” himself on everything
One day Grendel opened his eyes
Because he could now see , Grendel started associating the litter box with pooping and peeing as you would put him in it every time he started eyeballing the spots he usually did his business
Eventually he started going to the litter box on his own without you having to put him there
Even When Grendel started talking
It was very cut and dry
Things like “nummies.” Or “nu wike.”
Grendel could speak in archaic sentences like other fluffies
But he rarely did so.
If Grendel needed to say something he tended to use as few words possible only what was absolutely needed for the task at hand
You where however able to teach him “please and thank you”
If Grendel spoke in sentences you knew whatever it was must be important
Grendel wasn’t as overly cuddly as his domesticated counterparts
Not to say he never requested hugs or cuddles
He was just more capable of self soothing. Thus requested them less frequently
If he wanted to snuggle Grendel cut the BS and just asked
Grendel enjoyed being outside most of the time
A few months go by Grendel is now a colt
He was surprisingly self sufficient for fluffy standards
He foraged for grasses and wild berries
This self sufficiency brought with it the occasional defiance and head strong outbursts
But Grendel quickly realized how indomitable you were and learned his place in the pecking order
Grendel did not enjoy the company of domestic fluffies at all
“Tu noisy. Tu noying “
Grendel didn’t seem to like anyone other than you
Not even Zoey could charm him
You did not get Grendel neutered
Because you had plans for breeding him
Even though he was a feral keeping his balls served a purpose outside of reproduction
He was a big fluffy and he easily kept a sizable amount of ferals in check
Especially the smarties and toughies
The rules were that Grendel didn’t bother the domestic fluffies
And in return he could treat the ferals who tried to claim the farm as their own, however he pleased
It was a pretty sweet deal and always funny seeing him knock the ferals down a peg
Grendel eventually became obsessed with a mean smarty mare he had found trying to kill the domestic foals . Grendel from that day forward made an Olympic sport out of tormenting her on a daily basis
Part of you pitied her but the other part of you wanted her to suffer like she had made the foals suffer
It never once crossed The smarties mind to simply stay away from the place she received the daily ass whoopings
Instead every day like clockwork she would test her luck against Grendel
And everyday was the same result
“How many times du Grendel hab tu teach you dis Wesson owd mawe !?”
You genuinely started wondering if the mare enjoyed It.
One day the mare had been beaten so thoroughly that she couldn’t even limp away
She finally admitted defeat
But now what?
You walk over to the defeated mare
And pick her up
“Whewe dummy hooman take fwuffy!?”
“You have caused a ton of problems
But even a fluffy as dumb and horrible as you has their uses.”
You put the mare in a separate pin
You don’t have time to deal with her now
Someone just arrived to pick out a fluffy
