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Chapter 3

"Welcome back to 'Wild Thera' with your host, Fistlnep Throngbottom. I
apologize for the rawness of the previous tell-a-cast, but this is the
profile of the orc wild creature, and they can stretch the limits of what is
tolerable to the maximum. For those of you brave enough to continue, our
next installment is moments away!"

"Last time we saw the Chief with his harem. Since that time, most have
become pregnant with his whelps, and have moved to a breeding den where they
might birth and raise the little pigs. These sows are ready to pop, and I
was able to personally observe one giving brith just moments ago. The first
child, Glarg looked to be a strong whelp, and immediately growled upon
hitting the rags piled on the cavern floor for this sow's birthing use. I
can only assume brains was not the reason for her being chosen for the harem,
as it appears she names her children after the sound they make when they hit
the floor, but I digress."

"Second born was Splorf, but Glarg had somehow managed to two of his mother's
five well-formed udders into his greedy mouth, leaving him with the third.
Flepsh was born next, a hideous creature who immediately began gobling up his
own afterbirth. Truly abominable. Krunk as born the fourht of the litter,
and was able to secure the last well formed udder. Freump looks to be the
runt of the litter, and is left with the poorly formed sixth udder. A
seventh was birth, but was still-born. The mother dashed his brains upon the
cavern wall and threw the carcass into the corner for the direwolves and rats
to feed upone. Truly a caring nurturer this one."