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Peregrine watched Finley with an expression somewhere between shock and begrudging admiration. He didn't have time to react otherwise. He needed to seize the narrow window of opportunity, lest Finley risk getting hurt for no reason at all. As she sank her teeth into the mother buffalo's face, he bolted into the herd, aiming directly for the calf.

It saw him coming and bleated fearfully, which caused Peregrine to glance frantically at the mother. Who knew what she might do to Finley when she heard her child crying out for her? Peregrine decided he only had once choice: he had to be just as daring and forward as his fellow hunter. Ignoring the surrounding buffalo, he leaped for the calf's throat, latching onto it and dragging it down with the force of his body weight.

Luckily, the other beasts scattered rather than surrounded him, as was a well-known defense mechanism for buffaloes. Perhaps they saw a lost cause or weren't sure what to do because the mother wasn't there to lead the standoff. In any case, Peregrine wrestled the calf into the dirty snow and tore its throat open, then sprang clear and barked for Finley to do the same.

Peregrine then ran away from the herd, hoping his Beta was in tow. He wasn't going to stand there and tempt fate. Just because they hadn't attacked yet didn't mean they wouldn't do so eventually—especially the mother. The baby was done for and they would just have to wait on the sidelines for it to die and the mother and the rest of the herd to move on. Then they could feed on the spoils of their kill.