Having no access to goblins or other surefire sources of Fun, the fortress just trudges along
All hail the World Activation Release! We have new neighbors. They are called The Confederacy of Winter, they are humans, and they are at war with The Wild Girder, our parent civilization, and therefore also with The Charcoal Staff-Furnace of Smoothness.
(Sometimes, the RNG comes up with a really sweet name.) This fact was relayed to me in the form of half a dozen Human Wrestlers showing up on the premises of Sastres Anan. They proceeded to mug a foolish hunter who adamantly refused to drop the giant pangolin corpse she was hauling, until one of the lanky monsters wrest it from her hands and beat her to death with it. In retaliation, my militia killed two of the creatures, and the rest fled. All they left behind was two dead bodies clad in over-sized clothing, plus of course the poor peon they murdered. I think they managed to steal her precious giant pangolin corpse, too.
Meanwhile, our wildlife research initiative is coming along swimmingly. We have captured a pair of rhinoceroses and managed to get them to breed in captivity. Their offspring have become tame, while the parents captured from the wild remain +Trained+. This probably means our civilization will soon have domesticated the great (and valuable!) horned beasts. (Current status: General familiarity.) We also have an ostrich cock and an ostrich hen, but they remain Semi-Wild and the current extent of Ostrich Science is limited to A few facts.
...I just realized something. Rhinos have
[TRAINABLE]
, which means they can be trained, not only for war, but for hunting as well. Of course, that is kind of pointless since
1) Even with War Rhinos, the dorfs still won't ride 'em to battle,
and
2) their grazing requirements make assigning them to follow a soldier or hunter rather impractical, to say the least.
But still:
Hunting Rhinoceros? Hunting being a stealth and perception based skill...
just... how? How do you train an animal with the body size of an adult SUV, all the grace of a steamroller, and practically nonexistent eyesight to spot or ambush prey for you? The mind boggles...