Citrine thought he was a good fluffy. He was nice, and helpful, and brave. He did his very best to make everyone in his herd happy, even the poopie ones. So when he saw the long haired mare begging for help in the river, he put on his brave face and did what he could, treading out into hoof high water and reaching as far as he dared to grab hold of her and pull her to safety.
She looked at him with her beautiful eyes and thanked him so graciously, before pulling him into the deeper waters. He tried to scream only for water to fill his mouth. He felt the mare’s arms around him, thinking she was trying to give him a hug because they were both in trouble of drowning. The next thing he knew, there was pain. Sharp, terrible pain in his neck as the mare’s teeth sank past his fluff and tore out meat. Blood sprayed out, he tasted copper.
Why would she do this? He just wanted to help, like a good fluffy should. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t confront her. He could barely even flail his leggies as she pushed him down further under the water. All he could do was choke as the mare tore out another chunk of his throat. All he could see in the murky waters was red. All he could feel was, the cold, wet, pain.
I suppose without meaning to contradict the canon of this author, that any predator with a similar or larger weight and size can prey on it, I think they are only tough in comparison to the other fluffies.
Oh absolutely! Kelpies may be predators, but they’re still fluffies! Their predators include but are not limited to: sharks, killer whales, otters, wolves, bears, coyotes, eagles, domestic dogs, cougars, and bobcats
They just fit into that perfect niche of being able to help balance out an ecosystem that they thrive in because they eat the preexisting invasive fluffy species and produce very small litters of 1-2 surviving foals (Any foals produced that are not of the Kelpie breed are either eaten, drowned, or simply killed off by being unable to maintain the Kelpie lifestyle)
