It's a glorious evening to run.
Until a shotgun roars, twice, and sends him ass over teakettle to fetch up against a tree.
He knows right away it's bad. The silver pellets burn, and the rowan shavings immediately start the hemorrhaging and fever. He tries to get up, fails, and collapses back to the ground with a moan. One shell hit him in the right side of the chest, the other in the flank. Whining, he goes back to human.