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Elwood's descent was relatively smooth, as he followed in the path that Peregrine had carved out. Treetops flashed by overhead and he closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the rush of the unseasonably warm air around him. If the snow melted and then the temperatures dropped, causing it to refreeze, it would create an even slicker slide.

He eventually hit a rough patch, which caused his hips to twist so that he flipped over onto his stomach. His hind end remained in the lead, which meant that he couldn't see where he was going. Thus, he didn't realize that he was barreling straight towards Peregrine and couldn't do anything to change his trajectory.

The only hint he was given was Peregrine's yelp. Elwood turned, his paws scrabbling against the snow as he tried to look over his shoulder -- just in time for the impact. He slammed into the larger male with considerable force, effectively knocking the wind out of his lungs as they spiraled across the snow.