Hunting kids. The prospect made Adrien wrinkle his nose involuntarily. He hated dealing with human hunters. They were, in ways, more difficult to deal with than the refuse he normally chased off. Those, at least, didn't have the guts, the brains, and the ability to track him down to his home during daylight hours. He scowled. He had a nagging feeling this woman was going to cause him trouble.

"Thirty ought to do it. I'd say less, but sometimes the younger ones don't take hints very well." He wrinkled his nose again. "How familiar are you with them?"