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As expected, Towhee was at his side in a matter of seconds. He opened his jaw, wincing at the pain, but it wasn't as bad as he had expected it to be. -Hurts, but ok,- he signed to her. -Wish I'd gotten it.- He was furious that he had messed it all up. How could he have junked it up so bad? He frowned, looking in the direction where the deer had gone.

Lagan popped up not far behind Towhee, concern on his face, but Phox couldn't even bring himself to look his mentor in the eye. "I didn't get it," he said to Lagan, defeat in his voice. "I shoulda just let you do it."

"Oh, come on now, you'll get it next time!" Lagan replied, but Phox wasn't buying it. "I've been tracking them for months," he protested, "All I got was a kick in the face."

"Next time," Lagan repeated, coming closer to check on Phox's chin. He allowed the older wolf to look him over, though it didn't appear to be anything too serious. "You're gonna hurt for awhile, but I think you'll be okay. Go see Raven and let her have a look, too." Phox nodded begrudgingly, then turned to Towhee. -Wanna come see Raven with me?- he asked.