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

merrick noted belatedly that gannet's coat blended in more easily with the landscape than his own, and was careful to keep this in mind as the older wolf lunged. the hare jerked, then bobbed quickly in the juvenile's direction. merrick leapt toward it, quick to cut off its path.
a failed snap drove it toward his hunting partner; the boy herded the terrified animal as aptly as he was able, hoping to cut off any avenue of escape and send it directly into gannet's jaws.