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Hooray! It's going to be a great day. I'll be there in spirit. :')

Fortunately, the sow did not kick him while he was down. She backed away and began to flee. Meanwhile, Peregrine groaned and tried to roll onto his belly to sit up straighter. He was definitely dazed from the impact and there was no way he could continue the hunt in this condition. He blinked several times in a row, trying to orient himself, then pushed himself into an upright seated position.

"Yeah," he belatedly answered Elwood's question. "Or, I will be in a minute or two..." His head was starting to pound, though. "Sorry, man." Peregrine knew that many hunts ended in failure, yet it always felt worse to lose out on meat when it was intended for the pups (born and unborn).