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As soon as Peregrine agreed, Elwood set his body into motion. He slung his belly low to the ground, his muscles tense as he prowled away from his companion. The predator moved through the boscage as quietly as possible, trying to avoid brushing against the leaves and causing any commotion to draw the boar's attention. He kept his snout pointed towards his target, sharp yellow eyes fixed on its sturdy body. This would certainly be a challenge, but he was confident in his and Peregrine's abilities. He almost thought he could sense Tiger's approval.

He completed a wide arc, until the line of scrubby bushes ended and he was very nearly opposite Peregrine. Elwood cast one quick glance back at his hunting partner, then sprung from his hiding place and tore towards the sow. It gave a squeal of surprise and kicked up its heels, giving its head a mighty shake as it bucked away from Elwood. Carefully, he avoided its hooves as he zigged and zagged behind it, attempting to drive it towards Peregrine.

There was a rustling from the underbrush nearby, though no other pigs emerged -- yet. Elwood drew up alongside the boar and nipped at its flank, only to receive a blow to his shoulder from a flying hoof. He dropped back momentarily, but soon surged forward again, ignoring the dull ache as his gaze searched for Peregrine.