She watched them for a long time.
As soon as they started off toward the marsh, Sharptooth ran down to the trees.
She saw the loose earth that the hogs had rooted up.
Then she began to dig where it had not been loosened.
She had nothing to dig with except her hands, but she was not afraid to dig with them.
She soon felt something that was round and hard.
She dug it up and looked at it.
It was a truffle.
It was black and warty on the outside.
She bit off a piece.