It will spy on your preparation. Make a plan. Make at least 7 alternative plans, each with contingencies for all your preparation. That’s the horses advantage - bigger head means more space to store plans.
Of course it might get spooked by a leaf and fucking die for no reason. You never know. You can’t know. That’s what makes them so dangerous. To you, and to themselves.
I don’t know a lot about fantasy animals, but I can tell you that if you run into a group of five or more aardvarks at night, don’t turn around. In the best case they’ll mug you, worst case you’ll become one of them. Lost my grandpa that way.
Aside from that they are probably based on kangaroos. You know how medieval painters were terrible at drawing lions? Modern physicists believe that two (or more) gods got really drunk, and one didn’t want to admit to the other that they don’t know what roos look like. It was probably really awkward.
It will spy on your preparation. Make a plan. Make at least 7 alternative plans, each with contingencies for all your preparation. That’s the horses advantage - bigger head means more space to store plans.
Of course it might get spooked by a leaf and fucking die for no reason. You never know. You can’t know. That’s what makes them so dangerous. To you, and to themselves.
I wish to subscribe to your zoology podcast 😂
Well, which animal would you like to hear about first?
Idunno, aardvarks? Other than their weird name and appearance, I don’t know much about them, but I bet they’re fascinating!
I don’t know a lot about fantasy animals, but I can tell you that if you run into a group of five or more aardvarks at night, don’t turn around. In the best case they’ll mug you, worst case you’ll become one of them. Lost my grandpa that way.
Aside from that they are probably based on kangaroos. You know how medieval painters were terrible at drawing lions? Modern physicists believe that two (or more) gods got really drunk, and one didn’t want to admit to the other that they don’t know what roos look like. It was probably really awkward.
Wait. That son of a bitch…
My prep would be to meet in a field of gopher holes. And hope for the best.
That’s it. That’s my plan. Which is to say, no plan at all.