Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

The hare separated with a final resounding snap, much to his surprise. He had hoped for a bit more give, but the disappointment was brief and discarded quickly thereafter. His own half went limp against the snow as he moved to scoop it up again, holding it for what would no doubt be the final time.

But the message that he missed was the one that Ilya was waiting on him to eat his own share — something he hadn't put into much consideration. Though peckish, he had opted to return with his half for Harlyn and with a muffled woof following his snatched up piece, was already venturing off back the way they had come.