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The impact with Peregrine was enough to send Elwood bouncing off in the other direction, somersaulting unceremoniously across the snowy terrain. With only moderate discomfort -- his legs became uncomfortably pinned underneath him at one point, and the twisting and turning of his neck and spine would leave him sore the next day -- he gradually tumbled to a stop. He landed flat on his back, limbs sprawled and mouth and eyes open wide.

Elwood sucked in a few deep breaths of air, thankful for the warmer temperature as the oxygen hit his lungs. Slowly and carefully, he rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any sign of Peregrine. The Alpha male was a black smudge a few yards away, though pieces of his body seemed to have disappeared into a hefty pile of snow.

"Wow," he said at the same time Peregrine exhaled a breathy "Well!" But before either male could make sense of their collision, they both looked up to see a moving wave of snow rolling towards them. "Holy crap!" Elwood yelled -- he could be considered a more PG-rated version of Peregrine at times -- and scrambled to his feet, ignoring the aching in his tailbone and joints as he tried to run away. He wasn't nearly fast enough, however, and soon was pummeled by the onslaught of snow, just like my poor dog in the ocean this past summer.