"Well, thank you," Nabi said. "Gabi and I were both lucky." That was true. They had a third sister in the same litter, but she never made it past six months because she got sick and died. "And sure, I would like that," Nabi said, as she leaned back and did her best to relax every part of her body. Her heart was beating pretty quickly in her chest because she was nervous about the upcoming raid. It was going to be the most exciting and most dangerous thing she had ever done after all.

When Gabi returned home, she put the shovel away in the small shed that had been constructed from bits of wood scavenged from raided human caravans before she went to the small chicken coop and started to sprinkle some food on the ground for them. The greedy birds devoured it hungrily. As Gabi watched them eat, her eyes searched for the fattest one to prepare for dinner tonight.