Tauntaun came to us after being found hypothermic and on the verge of death during a raid at a neglectful farm. His mother developed mastitis, couldn’t feed him, and the farmer didn’t care to try and help him. He had a very long and boring car ride to his forever home at IFS, but knew he was home as he danced and hopped through the house like popcorn being popped. Today, he spends his time with the rest of the gang. He loves grazing and snuggling.