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Peregrine dimly registered a shout in the background, yet the sounds of the hunt quickly overpowered it. Having fallen back after his initial attack, he watched in horror as a hoof struck out at Dove, nailing her in the shoulder and sending her fleeing the scene with blood dripping from a gaping wound. He wanted to go after her, yet the loss of one hunter made the game all the more dangerous for the rest of them. They had to finish the job before they could tend to Dove.

Renewing his attack, Peregrine snarled as he reared up again and sank his fangs right into the stag's hindquarters. He bit deep, then began to shake his head back and forth, goring the deer's backside. Meanwhile, the other wolves did their part to bleed the life out of him. After only a few moments, he stumbled to a stop, shook his antlered head, then collapsed. Peregrine let go as he went down, mostly to avoid getting crushed.

As soon as the buck lay twitching on the ground, Peregrine scanned the area for any sign of Dove. He spotted her white form across the plain. But he also saw Nightjar nearby, Magpie closing in hot on his tail. The two female pups remained in the distance. The Alpha panted, his eyes narrowing. Licking blood and gore from his chops, he approached his son with his head and tail positioned dominantly.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "You were to stay back until we called for you, Nightjar. You're too close." He shot Magpie a look that was both questioning and disapproving, then returned his gaze to his son and softened. "You're not old enough just yet. You could have gotten hurt very easily. Did you see what happened to Dove? And she's an experienced hunter." Even as he addressed Nightjar, he saw the wolf in question limping back toward the group. "You can come closer too!" he called to Wildfire and Raven as he moved toward the pups' injured aunt to inspect the pale female's wound.