Gabriel tromped along behind her. “For God’s sake, let the beast have his freedom. He’s a red-blooded . . . whatever a male otter’s called.” “Boars. The males are boars.” “He’ll build his own little house . . .” “It’s called a holt.” “. . . find a Mrs. Hubert . . .” “Otters are polygynous. The boars mate with multiple sows.” “So he’ll find multiple Mrs. Huberts. Even better. I never thought I’d envy an otter, but here I am.” She heaved a long-suffering sigh.
