Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

So I looked it up, and a group of wild hogs is called a sounder. I don't think Lane would know that, though, so she's going to call it a "herd." xD

"Oh!" Lane laughed along with her companion. "That works out well, then." Life was full of funny coincidences, wasn't it? At least she wouldn't be imposing on the man's kindness. 

He laid out his plan, and Lane nodded. She only had one small amendment. 

"Can we stick together? And then I'll split the herd, while you chase?" Lane was carrying her weight a little differently these days, and lately she wasn't all that sure on her feet. Their chances for success would be far greater if the man was the one who ultimately chased down the prize. It would put him in the position of most danger, but then again, maybe that was fair since he was the one walking away with most of the kill.

Also, she was pregnant. There was always that. 

The man must have caught the sounder's scent, because he was already headed up the hill, making his way intently toward a copse of trees. Lane followed.

Huh, that was weird. There was something oddly familiar about trailing along behind his white, fluffy rear. Lane blinked, a little thrown by her moment of déjà vu. Had they done this before?