Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

Tearing at the cold earth, the progress Mordecai made was slow at best. He drew his gaze from his actions long enough to see Ilya disappear through the timber, but caught her emergence not long after that. Good, it seemed she had located where the other exit was, or at least that was the thought that he had. In reality, there was perhaps no telling where and when the warren had exits; for all he knew they had their own system worked out beneath their very feet. Or it could have been another warren altogether. When it came to the intricacies of hares and their lot, Mordecai only knew that they were fairly decent tasting.

His motions eased into a stop, though mostly out of tiring himself. The earth did not have the give that it would in the weeks to come, where the snow melt would soften and the temperatures would warm. His chances and grabs for purchase had only turned a narrow opening to something more malleable and the goodies he sought within were still safely tucked inside.

And then, Ilya barked into the depths of the warren; his attention diverted itself back to it at the faintest sounds of scrabbling within. They definitely lucked out this time, finding both exits. With little idea of what next to do, Mordecai opted to do as she did. He bent again, shoving his muzzle into the crevice and barked in response.