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Peter had half-predicted, what would happen - he recognized the retching sound that made it clear that food was coming his way. What he did not manage to do, was to step away in time and as the contents of Dingo's stomach hit him directly in the face, he let out a loud, shrill yelp and shaking his head, scurried away from his supposed friend. He rubbed his face with his paws to get rid of the residue bile and gastric juices and, when he finally was able to face the young wolf, his eyes were read and watering. There was a clear accusation in that gaze - WHY? But he did not wait for an answer, because the fish's head, which was lying next to him, caught his attention. He snatched it imediately and put more distance between him and the adult wolf, holding his very first "kill" firmly in his jaws and growling.