Adrenaline rushed through Walker’s veins, in tandem with the whistle of the wind in his perked ears. They twitched, swiveling to better pick up the sound of a snapping twig not far ahead.
That way.
Walker veered hard to the left, just missing the trunk of a tree and the chance of breaking a rib. The hare was wily and large for this area, a good quarry. There were only a few paces between them, no more than a straight bound away.
But the forest was dense, and there was little free space to run full pelt.
Whenever he thought the moment had come where he would catch it in his jaws, the hare would round another tree or duck beneath a shrub where he couldn’t follow. Not without getting a muzzle full of thorns for his trouble, anyway.
However, the hare would soon run out of both. It scram
