Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Minor detail: Perry was above them the entire time (he spent the night bein' a gargoyle). :D

He didn't hear his mate's cry. He didn't hear the enraged snarls coming from the other pack's leader. He didn't even hear wind whistling in his ears or his blood thumping in his veins or his heart beating to a stop in his chest. All he heard was an echo in his head: materfakin' shet! It wasn't his voice he heard but that of his son, Peter (that little parrot) screaming his favorite catchphrase. Fuck but if it hadn't annoyed the ever living shit out of him. But now he would literally have laid down his life to hear that little epithet burst from his youngest's mouth.

He made impact. The drop hadn't actually been that far—perhaps two, maybe three stories—but every bone and sinew in his body screamed in protest when it slammed into the smaller of the two rams. The beast crumpled beneath him like it was made of paper, its back and legs breaking. Simultaneously, the momentum of Peregrine's drop flung them both further down the slope. But whereas he somehow got caught and tangled (quite painfully) by a root, the goat tumbled straight toward the wolves below like a bowling ball about to strike some pins.