Phantom Hollow feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole;; falling for forever

The boy only wagged in response, quickly forgetting the confusing feelings and setting his mind to the hunt. Once he caught a scent, Alarian proved himself a proficient hunter; for what seemed like too brief a time, the goofiness was gone, and he was a predator. Fast, wild, and deadly. He was quiet when needed, stalking through what was left of the foliage and creeping in the shadows of the trees to pinpoint his prey-- but when it was time for the chase, that changed.

The actual hunt didn't seem to take long (though it was certainly longer than it felt like). By the time it was over, two foxes and a hare had fallen limp between Alarian's jaws. When he had caught the hare and the first fox he had simply dropped them once he was sure they were dead, figuring he would come back for them later. There were other chases, too, though Alarian only had three personal successes; he didn't pay enough attention to see if his companion caught any of the ones he did not.
When the boy killed the second fox, he carried it back to the first and retrieved his hare, adding them to the pile. He sat next to it and looked up, eyes searching for Lennon now.