Morningside Cuesta summer flame

It seemed as if Damascus would get her wish.
The thought of retreating had just started to take root within her mind, but was quickly interrupted when someone began to shout. There was a decidedly raucous level of noise from across the river, and from her standpoint she could witness a fleeing doe charging for safety from a feral figure; surprise was hardly a hindrance to Damascus, who reacted with an instant ferality, a natural inclination to give chase - and even while the stranger was shouting, she was pulling herself out of whatever stupor had begun to settle across her, and charged on after the doe.

Despite being a large beast, and still boasting a summer coat, Damascus moved with quite a bit of ease across the riverside. She was powerful. Her gait might've been a bit short, but each stride thrust her over quite a distance, and she positively barrelled through the foliage in the manner of a hungry bear. Truthfully, her parents had remarked in moments prior that she must've been a bear in a past life; Damascus was almost entirely ursine upon first glance.

However, as she ploughed after the doe, she knew she wasn't going to reach it. The creature was lithe and fast. It knew the trails of this foreign place, where to turn, where the forest collided in to routes impassible for such a large creature. It made a nimble turn and veered off course - its direction seemingly random - and it took time for Damascus to compensate.