Lost Creek Hollow all my life, i've been afraid of things

the fragrance was infectious. merrick found a moment to catch gannet's eye, giving a single wave of his plume, before he considered what route to choose. dropping to a hunting crouch, merrick slunk forward until the quivering ears of the hare were revealed above a patch of thorns.
perhaps a pincer movement was best. he was young, but not so young that he had not learned by watching. cutting to the left, merrick glanced at gannet, wondering what the older wolf would do.