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The huntress gave an apathetic shrug. Anything would be better than nothing, and nothing would be better than more birds. What you call them, uh..., Ying searched her mind for the word, The things, live in holes and stuff. She was thinking of a groundhog, but for some reason, could not conjure the word. A look was turned to her companion, hoping that she might know better.