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Nadie got there before him, deftly aiming for the pig's flank and leaping back to avoid retaliation. The scent of blood flooded Peregrine's senses and prompted him to surge not only forward but upward, leaping at the animal like a lion attacking a wildebeest. He landed on its back and immediately lost his footing, although the pig went down under the brute force and weight, only causing him to collapse on top of it.

It writhed and bucked on the ground, smearing itself in its own blood, and Peregrine took a sharp hoof to the face. Undeterred, he sprang backward and then snapped his jaws at the animal's soft underbelly. He essentially gutted the thing, taking another clip in the process, before backing away to let it bleed out. He stood to the side, licking blood and gore from his lips and exchanging the occasional patient glance with his co-hunter.