Robert was looking at the hole, as was John.
"What do you think?" the werewolf asked.
"You're the one with the nose," said John. "What do you smell?"
"Well, I smell the missing one, Sam 2947," said Robert.
"What was his herd name?" John asked. "I know you bought him as a baby, and he'd been caught by hunters with his parents, so did you ever find out about it?"
"Well, the buck had genetics from the Wilson herd, and the mare had genetics from the Johnson herd, but apparently, they'd been kicked out from their respective herds, or something like that, based on what I've heard," said Robert. "Still, they'd been bought before I got to the market, and no one wanted to take on a baby, be it to raise as a slave, pet, or livestock."
"I see," said John. "So, besides Sam, anyone, or anything else?"
"Smells like another human," said Robert. "Any thoughts?"
"Well, I've heard stories, but I don't know which is true, or which is fertilizer," said John. "I once heard something about an underground herd, but I don't know for sure if they were friendly to strangers, hostile, or ate them, or if they were large moles, or if there's several herds, including the large moles."
"Well, the path seems clear enough," said Robert. "Got to check it out."
Reluctantly, John nodded.
"I'll be back," Robert said, as he went towards the house.
A few minutes later, Robert was back, with a few knives, one he passed to John to use, in addition to his stick, as well as a handgun and a tranquillizer gun.
"Time to get that cub back."
They went into the hole.
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