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It's a Dogs Life

It's a Dogs Life

It’s been a few months now.

Every day, at morning, I have been taking the dumb-males group on hunts. I have also given them all blowpipes, spears and simple barbed rocks.

Of course, a very few of them managed to make use of those - the bigger part just killed itself.

Then, at noon, I would take all the females and the high hierarchy group to the hunt.

I did the same in terms of providing them all weapons, and in general, they performed a little better than the dumb-males group - even amongst the dumb-females group.

However, they can’t hunt when heavily pregnant, so this higher reason may just be a way Tiphoon found of preventing them all to die while in nature.

After several incursions, I was able to pick most, if not all, of the dog-level rational beings. The Captain class increased by fifty members, the Commander class increased by ten members, the Colonel class increased by three and the General class increased by one.

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A female which I named Erda.

To make sure only the best offspring is born, I have re-organized the trenches.

Dansir, Erda and all the Official Hierarchy’s females have been put in a single trench only for them. I want to make sure nobility is born from them.

The Colonel class and bellow Elves have been grouped together with as many females I have judged the males in these classes can impregnate in a month. 

An average True Elf male will have sex with a maximum of two females and a minimum of zero each day, succeeding in impregnation once every ten or so intercourses, or once every five days.

I have provided that every single male of the Official Hierarchy will have access to an astonishing number of sixty females, so, even if they keep a great amount of sexual relations, it’s certain that most of them will always have an available and not-pregnant female.

All the other females, as well as the dumb males, I have grouped in a big trench and outright killed with a single death spell.

I am not angry at them, but I have no use for them and they waste my time.

I could have just sent them into the wild to live free, but then there would be the risk of them mingling with the selected breed I had just made - for example, when we are hunting or in the future, when we take more villages.

I couldn’t do anything besides what a dog breeder with too many dogs and not enough time to raise them all would do.