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Predict sighed in relief as he found the group of whelps he had been looking for. The four seemed to be in a bit of a disagreement, and the belemoid watched curiously. Meanwhile, Bite raised a suspicious eyebrow at the mushroom he had been offered. He and some other whelps had managed to sneak out of the colony's headquarters- all the adults were busy gathering food, muttering something about a bad harvest, and hadn't been paying attention. "I promise you, it's fine ...