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Herds of wandles roam the grasslands of South Island in leisurely moving, unconcerned herds. From an evolutionary point of view they have reached a final stage. Any influx of animals from other realms would now be a disaster for them, since they have evolved in total isolation. They are low in intelligence, are not adapted in any way for defence against predators (though their young actually have enemies), and could not outrun a meat-eater if they happened to meet one. Nor could they face competition from the more efficient grass-eaters that exist elsewhere.