I had very much the same thought myself (I think when Joerg and I were talking about this). Didn't mention it here, since 'obvious enlightened compromise' and 'Glorantha Digest' are such strangers as concepts. Poor folk (and/or just plain Strange) folk up in the peaks keep what the neighbours call 'mountain sheep' if they're feeling very charitable that day; if you want to be More Anti-Chaos Than Thou, then exterminating a few of your neighbours' Bighorm Sheep ("Pah! [Bah?] *You* say it's a sheep, I say, look at the size of the chaos-prong on that!) is a handy way of doing it. (Unless and until they send a retailiatory raiding party...)
> That being said, even the Orlanthi are likely incapable of deluding
> themselves that dogs are just funny-looking cats.
Though IIRC, one of the Bad Dogs 'slinks like a cat' (?), or some such feline (though not, apparently, redeeming) attribute.
I'm feeling sufficiently brave now, following Bryan M's surfeit of accents, that I'll risk the wrath of MIME-encoding...
Slán,
Alex.
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