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Twenty-one males and thirteen young, the huntress recounted dutifully. Bazi met the statistics with an approving nod. "I don't know much about the .. 'inner workings' of those pigs," the Alpha admitted, cocking her head to one side. She lowered herself into a straight-backed sit, front paws pinning the tip of her white tail. "How many can we pick off in a sesaon, do you think?" For some insane pregnancy reason, the very thought of porcine flesh made it a struggle to keep the saliva in check. She was desperate to taste one, but feared it might open the floodgates and empty the rolling valleys of Hogbelly Hills forever. They did not know this prey, and could not hunt it as they would the familiar roaming ungulates.