The Herder hated mating season - just hated it...
The dull-witted bolladons were intractable at the best of times - and at this time of year, when 'must' came over the herd's males, they were downright ornery! His biguana mount hissed as the closest male bolladon threatened them, its ground-shaking rumble causing a flock of DragonFlies to rise from the ground in panic... He and his gnasher tried to guide the male back towards the rest of the herd... but the lumbering behemoth and its clone-brothers were slow to turn back toward the waiting females... Yes, it was hard getting the job done at this time of year - thank the Makers it didn't last long...
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