Lupulella adusta
Side-striped jackals are in the same genus as black-backed jackals, which means the species are closely related. Side-striped jackals are larger, averaging around 20 pounds (9 kg) but weighing up to 30 (13.6 kg). That’s 10 pounds more than the black-backed jackal.
While black-backed jackals prefer dry savannas and forests in Southern and Eastern Africa, side-striped jackals generally live in wet flatlands, marshes, and mountains in Africa’s more tropical regions. This includes the Congo Basin as well as the countries of Mali, Nigeria, South Sudan, and others in a large band across Western, Central, and Eastern Africa. Their distribution is expanding into surrounding countries as well, which likely means their population is increasing.
All jackal species are omnivores. This means they eat whatever is available, including fruit, carrion, birds, reptiles, insects, etc. Side-striped jackals have never been recorded hunting large prey, preferring carrion, plants, and small animals. They usually search for food at night and on their own or in pairs. These jackal pairs are very territorial, aggressively chasing off unrelated jackals and other predators like leopards and hyenas.
Jackals are quite social and often live in small family groups. Because of this they are very vocal, using a range of barks, howls, and yapping calls. Side-striped jackals are known to have a call that sounds like an owl hoot.
I rate side-striped jackals 14/10. Their white stripes are very unique
Photo credits:
(1) Dave Brown (2) Chris Fourie (3) Leon Molenaar (4) greatplainsconservation.com (5) Scotch Macaskill
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Species: Wolf-like Canids (Cuon, Lycaon, Lupulella)
This series focuses on helping people choose interesting species for their fursona through informing them of the many, often overlooked, species out there! This post is about wolf-like canids.
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Species:
Dhole (Cuon alpinus)
Size: 50cm (19in) height (at shoulder), 90cm (35in) lenght, 45cm (17in) tail lenght, 10-21kg (22-46lbs) weight
Diet: carnivorous, preys on ungulates
Habitat: alpine meadows, montane steppes, montane taigas, forests
Range:
Status: endangered
Please note! The dhole has 7 subspecies!
Of which I would like to highlight:
Ussuri Dhole (Cuon alpinus alpinus)
Cuon alpinus lepturus
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African Wild Dog (Lycaon pictus)
Size: 60-75cm (24-30in) height (at shoulder), 71-112cm (28-44in) lenght, 29-41cm (11-16in) tail lenght, 18-25kg (40-55lbs) weight
Diet: carnivorous, preys on ungulates
Habitat: savannah
Range:
Status: endangered
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Side-Striped Jackal (Lupulella adusta)
Size: 35-50cm (14-20in) height (at shoulder), 69-81cm (27-32in) lenght, 30-41cm (12-16in) tail lenght, 6.5-14kg (14-31lbs) weight
Diet: omnivore, viaried. Preys on small mammals, invertebrates; eats fruit.
Habitat: woodlands, scrublands
Range:
Status: least concern
Please note! The side-striped jackal has 7 subspecies!
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Black-Backed Jackal (Lupulella mesomelas)
The black-backed jackal has 2 subspecies:
Cape Black-Backed Jackal (Lupulella mesomelas mesomelas)
East African Black-Backed Jackal (Lupulella mesomelas schmidti)
Size: 38-48cm (15-19in) height (at shoulder), 67-81cm (26-32in) lenght, 6-13kg (13-29lbs) weight
Diet: omnivore, preys on small mammals, invertebrates, birds, reptiles, fish; eats carrion, berries
Habitat: varied; coastal deserts, savannahs
Range:
Status: least concern
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my belief on why i am therian/nonhuman
(REMEMBER JUST MY OWN TJEORY)
I beleive in past lives 100% and i definately think ive had a past life strongly connected to this, personally i believe that all your lives are what affect your soul as a living being, i think ive had more nonhuman past lives than any human which has made my soul feel wrong living a human life right now? im not sure if this is making sense but its making sense to me.. the past life/lives that i think have affect my current rn are where ive lived in a canine body, rn i am qurstioning if i have multiple theriotypes or just the one Side Striped Jackal, but it definetly doesnt feel like its the only animalistic part of me. I think that you can also be influenced by the animals around you!! theres the chances i have had a feline past life but i dont feel as connected to, i think i have a stronger connection to canines because i grew up around them and learning more abt them constantly! which had made it easier for me to understand my therianthropy. obviously this is all just a theory and i guess theres no 100% definition of how someone is a therian but this is what i think! I love hearing other nonhumans theorys and beleifs i always appreciate the communication in online therian communities!! ofc there could be holes and everything in my theory this to me is just my belief and you will probably think smth different!! (could be an important mention) ive never been in a stable mental state even from a young age and even now i still dont fully understand everything going on with me mentally but this could also be an influence on how i am nonhuman, i dont feel certain on this but i do think its possible for my mentally state and how ive felt to lead me away from feeling like i fit with humans driving me to make a stronger connection with canines which like i said feeling a connection to those of them around me helped me understand that i am infact nonhuman at a young age (i assumed everyone felt this way until i realised it was a nonhuman thing) ANYWAYS THIS PROBABLY MAKES 0 SENSE AND IVE JUST BEEN TYPING FOR AGES!!! LMK WHAT U THINK AND UR THEORYS AND BELIEFS!!! :>
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Lupulella mesomelas
Until recently, jackals were in the Canis genus with wolves and coyotes. They are now in their own genus called lupulella, which consists of only two species- the side-striped jackal and the black-backed jackal. Golden jackals aren’t included in this genus because recent studies have shown that they are more closely related to grey wolves than to other jackal species.
The smallest jackal species is the black-backed jackal, found in Southern and Eastern Africa. They weigh roughly 13 to 20 pounds (5.8 to 9 kg) and are named after their distinctive “saddles,” or dark-colored bands on their backs.
Black-backed jackals are quite social. Most of them do almost everything in pairs, including hunting, digging dens, and raising pups, and they often form small family groups or packs. Because they are often hunted by leopards, eagles, and especially hyenas, which are much larger than them, groups of jackals are often more successful in raising pups and guarding their food.
Jackals usually target small animals like lizards, rodents, and hares, but groups of jackals will target impala, wildebeest calves, and other larger prey. They also eat insects and vegetation like plums and figs.
Although they are regularly hunted for their fur and by farmers and ranchers protecting livestock, black-backed jackals are classified as least concern. This means they are quite common and are not in danger of extinction.
I rate the black-backed jackal 12/10. Their ears are the perfect size
Photo credits:
(1) Thomas Reich (2) Sean Crane (3) Sean Crane (4) Chris Hartzell (5) Michael Cohen
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Got @weirdozjunkary ‘s STH + PIB AU on the brain so have some sonadow angst :)
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Sonic watched in fascinated horror as the words etched themselves onto the map — this was it. He was so close. Just a few words and this would all be over.
“Star light, star bright,” He would have his lives back. He would be safe from the jackal.
“First star I see tonight,” Everything would go back to the way it was. He wouldn’t be scared anymore… right? All he needed was to make this wish.
“I wish—”
“I can’t believe I fell for it again.”
The voice made the hedgehog jump, and he whipped around half expecting to see a blind eye and two razor-sharp sickles — instead, he saw a familiar striped hedgehog scowling at him from the edge of the star with a little orange fox by his side. Somehow, that was worse.
“Shadow,” He started, only to falter because what could he even say? Every predetermined moral he had was screaming at him that this was wrong, but it was hard to focus on that when his blood was racing through his veins as his heart thundered in his chest. His eyes flitted back and forth between him and the map, its luminescent text drawing him in, “Y-you don’t understand—”
“Don’t understand what?” Shadow spat, his barely-contained anger filtering through his voice as he stalked over to the hedgehog, “That you’ve been playing me this whole time?”
“I need this wish,” Sonic’s hands were shaking — he felt so small like this, cowering away from his rival like some scared little kid. He held the map in front of him like a shield, hiding from those judging eyes that twisted at his heart and head. He needed this. He needed this, Shadow couldn’t understand.
He wasn’t sure, though, who he was trying to convince anymore.
“Do you, now?” Shadow drawled, his lip curling into a sneer, “Your life just isn’t enough? Not up to your standards? No, Sonic the Hedgehog deserves more.”
Sonic felt dizzy as he frantically looked back and forth between Shadow and the map. Shadow stepped closer, sarcastic disgust dripping from his tongue, “It’s not enough to just be a hero, adored by thousands, trusted by thousands.”
Suddenly, the map disappeared from his view, and Sonic looked up to see it grasped within Shadow’s hand, held behind him as he jabbed a finger into Sonic’s chest — his voice rose into a growl as he trapped Sonic in his gaze, eyes like daggers as they bore into him, “It’s not enough for him to have people he knows he can trust in return, is it?”
And then, for the first time since he’d arrived, Sonic looked at Shadow — really looked at him. His nostrils flared as he stared him down, ears flat against his head and teeth bared like a predator about to pounce. He was furious, more so than the hedgehog had ever seen him, but there was something else there that made him stall, evident in the slight twitching of his brows, the way his chest heaved as if he’d just run a marathon, the subtle shakiness of his hand as it clenched around the map like he wanted to crush it — somewhere in those crimson eyes that held so much fury was a genuine pain that he’d only seen him direct his way once.
To have people he knows he can trust… Sonic let out a breath as his posture sagged, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. He must have been making a face because Shadow abruptly pulled back, huffing as he glanced down at the map in his hand, “… Yet you’re still running. Still the same ‘Sonic the Hedgehog’ you’ve always been.”
“But I’m not!” Sonic burst, startling himself with the suddenness of it, “I’m not Sonic the Hedgehog! I… I-I’m…”
He coughed out a sigh, shoulders going slack as he caved in, catching Shadow’s eyes and admitting, “I’m on my last life.”
To his surprise, Shadow drew back a bit, blinking as his eyes widened and his scowl dropped. Sonic took it as an opportunity, needing him to understand, “I need to get my lives back, Shadow. Without them, I’m not… I’m not…”
“Not what?” Shadow clipped, “The legend?”
Sonic’s stomach dropped, curling into himself without even realizing it. He wanted to deny it, to correct him somehow, to shake him by his shoulders and scream I’m being chased by the freaking Grim Reaper, but when he opened his mouth, the words wouldn’t come.
Shadow waited for a beat, and Sonic prepared himself for another barrage of insults to come his way. Instead, Shadow just sighed, crossing his arms and shaking his head as disappointment fell off his tongue, “… I truly expected more from you.”
He spared another glance at the map, eyes flitting up to meet Sonic’s before he dropped it at his feet. Sonic all but scrambled for it, falling to his knees and gripping it to his chest. Shadow scoffed above him, and Sonic shrunk under his gaze as he spoke, “Go on, then; get your lives back.”
He leaned down a bit to meet his eyes, those crimson flames making Sonic feel like absolute slime, “Just do us both a favor and keep them out of mine.”
With that, Shadow turned on his heel and stalked off, fists clenched at his sides as he brushed past Tails, who had been silently observing from the sidelines. His baby blue eyes followed the black hedgehog, then turned to find Sonic with a pleading look, almost as if he were silently begging him to stand, please don’t give up, you can’t give up.
And despite it all — the guilt weighing down on his shoulders, the desperate fear coiling in his gut, the dizzying feeling of his priorities battling through his mind — Sonic felt something burn in his chest, stealing his breath and forcing his voice to project out a final, desperate cry, “Shadow! Death is after me!”
And Sonic didn’t know if it was genuine concern on the other’s part, or merely blatant bewilderment at the vagueness of what he’d just said, but against all odds, Shadow turned around, his brow raised in a rare look of raw confusion as he replied, “… What?”
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