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Everyone seemed ready, so Peregrine wasted no more time. "Split up and make a run for it," he barked, bumping against Fox as he hastily began to veer toward the left. He glanced over his shoulder to watch as Elwood and Pan headed in the opposite direction, then faced forward. He was not the swiftest wolf in the world, yet he galloped rapidly toward the herd, swinging wide and then blitzing along the shoreline. As soon as he became parallel with the water, he charged to his top speed and let out a feral snarl to announce his intentions to the mule deer.

Having likely spotted the wolves long before the Alpha's growl, the herd began to scatter. Most of them darted away into the open space between the two teams long before the wolves could close the gap. A doe and her calf scrambled into the water in confusion. A yearling buck saw the Alpha and his two cohorts and attempted to run away in a straight line along the waterfront, only to be faced with the swiftly encroaching Beta and Gamma. He panicked and reared halfway into the air before plunging into the bottleneck, which was now quite narrow.

Everything about the Gamekeeper's body language announced his intent to his comrades: After him! Ignoring the rest of the mule deer, he lunged at the panicky young stag. They would have to be careful; even though his antlers were small, they could nonetheless skewer easily. Keeping this in mind, Peregrine aimed for the deer's backside, leaping upward and digging his claws into the yearling's haunch in the hope of slowing him down or, better yet, dragging him to the ground.