Haunted Wood You Never Know

I decided to start it right after the failed hunt.
Situation: The hare they were chasing got away and went into a hole in the ground.

Santiago’s sprint is beginning to slow into a gallop, then a hopeless trot when just about thirty feet away the hare they’d been chasing just disappears into thin air. “The hell.” He whispers under his breath as he take long strides to close the distance between himself and the spot he saw the rabbit disappear to.

Tongue lolled out of his mouth he slicks his chops and settles the appendage back between his teeth before sniffing the area. Sidling just a few more feet ahead with his nose to the ground he sees a hole just under some brush and his brows furrow.

He huffs a small sigh, lifts his head and looks to his hunting partner, @Memory. “It went down the fucking hole.” He says begrudgingly.