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Peregrine did not die on impact, fortunately. Elwood slammed into him, then went spiraling sideways. The Alpha, meanwhile, went flying forward. There was another large bump in his path and he had about two seconds to brace himself in case it was a rock hidden by snow. Then he smashed into it and it turned out to be nothing more than a fluffy, yielding snow drift.

He hit it so hard, however, that Peregrine found himself veritably drowning in snow. Fighting real panic, he flailed his limbs and clawed his way to the surface. The crash had also knocked the wind out of him, so he sprawled on the ground, waiting to catch his wind. His jade eyes flicked around in search of Elwood, quickly finding him against the backdrop of white.

Finally, when he could breathe again, Peregrine laughed weakly. "Well—" he began to say when an ominous rushing sound cut him off. He blinked upward to see a wall of snow coming down the slope. Their yelling and tomfoolery had evidently set off a small avalanche.

"Oh fuck!" Peregrine repeated just before the wave of snow washed over him.