"This method you've developed is truly remarkable," Logan remarked with genuine admiration as he surveyed the sprawling breeding farm before him. "Tell me, how many expansive pits like the one we're standing next to can be found throughout this entire operation?"
With a hint of pride in his voice, the keeper responded, "We boast a total of eighteen such colossal pits across the farm. While their sizes may differ, even the smallest pit is teeming with over three thousand dragon rats. Cumulatively, we're nurturing nearly one hundred thousand of these creatures within the confines of these pits."
"One hundred thousand dragon rats?" Logan echoed, his astonishment evident. He pictured one hundred thousand dragon rats sprawled across the ground, easily covering several football fields in their numbers.
Yet, something didn't quite add up for Logan. "With such an overwhelming number of dragon rats, it perplexes me that we can't muster a supply exceeding 200 wargs. It seems implausible," he expressed, skepticism lacing his words. He pondered how such a bounty could significantly uplift the lives of his werewolf brethren.
Kodiak, the keeper, offered a rueful smile, shaking his head. "You may have misunderstood, Chief. Indeed, we shelter nearly 100,000 dragon rats. However, the vast majority, approximately 80%, consists of mother rats and their young, leaving only about 10,000 adult specimens suitable for consumption. With such figures, we're barely meeting the demand."
He continued, "Feeding on dragon rats has become a daily necessity. Despite them birthing seven or eight litters a month, managing such vast pits presents its own set of challenges. Our breeders have observed that a significant portion of the pups succumb to infancy woes or fall victim to the aggression of adult dragon rats."
Logan nodded, his understanding deepening. "I see. So, the reality of sustaining one hundred thousand dragon rats isn't as far-fetched as it initially seemed."
Curiosity piqued, Logan inquired, "And how many additional pits are you considering?" He gazed down at the myriad of dragon rats scuttling below, nibbling on grass roots. Despite recognizing the space-efficient method of breeding, he couldn't help but feel it was somewhat archaic, especially to someone hailing from another world like himself.
The survival rate of the young and the pervasive stench spoke of significant challenges.
Kodiak revealed, "Our plans include the construction of twenty more breeding pits."
This hierarchical food distribution, skewed towards male warriors and households with potential defenders, initially disconcerted Logan. "Such gender bias was a bitter pill to swallow.
However, understanding our tribe's survival hinges on these warriors, the rationale behind this distribution model becomes apparent," he conceded, acknowledging the pragmatic yet challenging decisions that leadership entails.
Within the complex social fabric of the Silvermane tribe, there exists the rarest of households: the elderly and childless warg families.
Logan elucidated, "These families are exceedingly rare within our ranks, numbering no more than a handful across the tribe." Given the prolific nature of werewolf births, typically yielding two to three offspring per pregnancy, it's common for families to swell with numerous children.
Logan shared a personal note, "Take my father, for example, who has fathered over a dozen sons, making the existence of childless elder families within our tribe an anomaly."
This delineation of class, though distasteful to Logan, especially from his outsider's perspective, proved to be an inescapable reality once he assumed the mantle of chief. He recognized the grim necessity of such a hierarchy, driven by the stark scarcity of resources. "Our warriors, deprived of meat, face a dire predicament.
Without their strength, our tribe's very survival against adversaries is jeopardized," he confided in Kodiak, casting a serious glance his way.
Kodiak, momentarily bewildered, found himself at the heart of this pressing issue. As a breeder of wargs, the chief's expectation for him to also address the tribe's food crisis through the expansion of dragon rat pits seemed a bit out of his purview. Yet, Logan's determination was clear, "The number of dragon rat pits must increase. This is non-negotiable."
Caught between his reservations and the chief's directive, Kodiak hesitantly agreed, understanding the gravity of the situation. Logan assured him, "Whatever resources or support you need, consider it granted. Our priority is to amplify our breeding efforts."
As their discussion wound down, Logan's gaze lingered on a particularly robust dragon rat, noting its resemblance to a chinchilla from his world. Despite their utility, he couldn't help but admire their endearing appearance, a stark contrast to their role in the tribe's survival strategy. "If only they weren't so skittish," he mused, envisioning a softer moment amidst the tribe's harsh realities.