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Elwood only looked away from Peregrine for a moment, watching as the boar retreated. He was simultaneously glad and disappointed; the sow had turned out to be a tougher contender than he had anticipated, but he did wish that they could have fulfilled Tiger's wishes. Ah, well; maybe someday he would bring down a wild boar in honor of his sister-in-law. Today wouldn't be that day.

"That's okay," he reassured his friend quickly with a shake of his head. He knew that they couldn't win them all, and they had still given it their best effort. Even experienced gamekeepers failed every once in a while. "What hurts? You need anything?" He felt a pang as he thought of Tiger once more -- she would have been the wolf to call on in order to tend to Peregrine's injuries.