Following The Way
His terrier nose sniffed the ground. Had it passed this way? He glared at the bushes, ears cocked. The hare broke out of the thicket and ran. He set off in pursuit, determined never to give in. Whatever it took, no matter the hardships or the distance covered, he would follow. If his prey went to ground, he would dig it out. If it fled into thorn bushes, he would endure the pain.
If it ran, he would chase. If it hid, he would hunt. “I’m coming,” he called to the hare. “Ready or not, I’m on my way.”