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With the dust the mule deer kicked up, Bronco could see neither Meerkat nor Toad, and over the pounding hoofbeats he couldn't hear much, either. He was shouldered this way and that, and felt hooves glance across his shoulders and clipping his sides as he sought to maneuver around the stampeding creatures. He hoped that the others had managed to fight their way free and for a moment, he thought he caught sight of Toad Amelia's tawny form whirling amongst the stampeding herbivores- until the sharp brow tines of one of the bulls caught him in his ribs, just behind his elbow and with a thrust of its head, he was caught and sent flying off to the side. 

He landed with a thud, and remained where he fell, blinking the dust out of his eyes. A few of the stragglers scrambled after the rest of the herd, keeping well away from the prone predator lying on the ground. Over their fading hoofbeats he could hear Meerkat's cries and coughing, and he tried to sit up, but felt the puncture wounds in his side complain at the movement. He lifted his head and propped himself up slightly to crane his head to look at the damage that had been done- two near-perfect puncture wounds about two inches in diameter leaked dark, scarlet blood into the dust. "Murk," He coughed, hoping she and Toad Amelia had fared better than he had.