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

gannet paused, glancing to merrick; the boy swept his muzzle low. hare, and from the scent of the spoor, not far off. with nightfall upon them, the coywolf knew the likelihood of a hunt would be more successful. he ranged forward silently, knowing gannet would follow, and feeling no need to bandy words while they sought their prey.
perhaps afterward.