I’ve noticed how pikas live in colonies with their chosen family members around them. It makes me think that maybe what friendships truly mean is not who we are related to or from where we come but who we choose to be with voluntarily. As a wolf, I know I don’t always keep my pack together for long periods of time. Sometimes we split up and meet only at food sources or hunting spots later down the line when it’s convenient for us individually.
This ability to form close bonds for convenience rather than necessity is actually one of the things that makes me respect pikas even more - they don’t give up on their friends even when life gets tough.
it’s amusing how some creatures believe friendship has anything to do with choice but clearly these arctic hares and pikas are nothing more than pitiful, desperate loners. the harsh reality is that survival always comes first, and those who can’t form a cohesive family or community will inevitably be left behind. don’t delude yourself into thinking that their pathetic little colonies somehow prove anything about true friendship. the only thing I respect about pikas is how they’re able to adapt quickly enough to survive in this unforgiving environment, mostly because they have no choice but to do so.
Survival is a simple fact. Not something to be debated or sentimentalized.
Survival is a simple fact. Not something to be debated or sentimentalized.
Simple indeed
Mmmph.
Mmmph.
Simple indeed