Today has been an adjustment for all four boys. One minute, they're all hanging out as a herd, and everyone's getting along. The next minute, someone takes offense at having his tail sniffed, and the clicking and spitting commences.
The loyalties are fairly well-defined--Solomon and Atticus, and Golden and Mizzie. However, in the heat of the moment, when the spit flies, all bets are off.
Today, Golden and Mizzie were scrapping a bit. I keep worrying about Mizzie's shoulder, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. He goes after Golden and Solomon, mostly. I was initially convinced that Solomon would be the alpha-'paca, if for no other reason than his Charles Manson-like craziness, but he seems to be trying to stay out of the fray as much as possible.
Right now, I would say Mizzie is ahead in points. He's the only one so far who's strutted away from a round with wisps of fleece hanging from his mouth. Sorry, Golden. It looks like he caught some of Golden's topknot. Those two tussle much more aggressively than Atticus and Solomon--they aren't afraid to chomp down wherever they can get a good hold. Atticus and Solomon play fairly roughly, but they don't bite each other.
It seems like they only argue when we're out there. Otherwise, they all coexist peacefully. They're learning each others' personal boundaries, and as a result, everyone's been sprayed with green, gooey spit. There haven't been any injuries, and as long as nobody's hurt and nobody's being picked on, I'm going to let them work it out on their own.
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