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They made eye contact over the unsuspecting sow's back, then Elwood leaped from his cover to drive her toward Peregrine. The Kappa bounded forward so that the two wolves closed in on either side of her. He tried to keep an eye out for any other pigs that might burst out of the brush, though the muffled sound of a hoof striking something soft distracted him. His brow furrowed as he glanced to Elwood, who caught his eye. The Beta male seemed no worse for wear despite the hit.

Before Peregrine could enjoy a moment of relief, the show surged toward him, prepared to bite him, run him down or possibly both. He agilely leaped clear of her path, though this put both wolves behind her, which was not according to plan. Peregrine dove after her hefty hindquarters, sweeping out a black foreleg in the hopes of tripping up those stubby hind legs. He succeeded and she began to stumble.

But simultaneously, the sow turned back and flung her large head at him. Due to his weariness from lack of sleep, Peregrine's reaction times were not as swift as usual. He was unable to avoid it when her snout swung at the side of his head. Luckily, her teeth were not bared, though the impact was enough to knock him senseless. Peregrine buckled, falling forward even as the sow regained her footing and backed up several feet to assess whether to take another swing at the wolves or make a break for it.