Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

As the minutes drew out, they progressed onward towards an unknown final destination. The hard pack of the snow made the journey easy beneath the bare canopies overhead and the silence that proceeded them aided him in keeping his senses focused. The duo of wolves were hardly alone in their tracking, but he had little want to pursuit other creatures that were out on the wintry day. As time would have it they were making their way nearer and nearer to where the hare had paused for the time being, but their approach would not go unnoticed.

Their quarry in all its pale and seemingly bug-eyed study of the world around it picked up on the minute passage of the wolves. Its focus was more on sussing out the foliage beneath the snowfall to graze, and as the winter carried on it found that its own search was taking it farther and farther from its home. For as many as there were within the Hollow itself, the hare had only kept reserved worries as to whether or not it would have stayed on the dinner plan.

But when it dawned on it that the wolves had found it and drew in closer to its location, its grazing halted and its body grew tense in preparation. All it took was a raise of its head and when that happened, Mordecai happened upon it as his own steps drew to stop. He let out a breath swiftly, the action followed by a swift lick of his chops. The Ostrega sprang forward in near time with the rush of the hare, who dove into the closest warren it could find.

And where there was a warren, perhaps lied the chance of more than one hare.