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When the herd broke, Phox knew it was only a matter of time. Towhee and Lagan came rushing out of their hiding spot, and soon the herd—his herd—scattered in every direction. By some miracle (or perhaps it was Towhee and Lagan's doing), the limping one was heading right toward him. The thing bleated pathetically, and Phox, inexperienced as he was, fumbled the whole thing up.

The first mistake he made was breaking from his low hiding spot too soon while trying to get a better look. The injured deer saw him right away, swerving to one side, leaving Phox out of breath by the time he was close enough to leap at the creature (mistake number two). He also didn't aim in the right spot, earning himself a good kick in the jaw rather than a mouthful of meat, which was mistake number three.

After that, he had to stop and cringe at the pain, which rattled him through-and-through. It was, well, embarrassing to mess things up so badly on the first try, and he felt pretty stupid. He was already dreading the moment when Towhee and Lagan caught up to him, which wouldn't be too long from now.