Morningside Cuesta summer flame

The beat of the doe's frantic leaping steps seemed to thrum through each of her own, matching the pace of her heart as Damascus charged after her target. The grass parted wherever she lunged, and the trees seemed to sway out of her way as she took her own strides and bounds; beside her came the wolf-shape of the initial pursuer, and she heralded both of their efforts with a stream of gleeful chanting. All that Damascus could think was, this is more like it!

When the doe veered away from her, it was in to the waiting teeth of the other wolf. The stranger was a shimmering flash of copper and gold. There was the sound of a collision, the sudden scent of blood, and Damascus found herself fully invested. The target changed course again - heading towards the river in desperation - and the bear-woman knew that their success hinged upon stopping the creature from entering the water. At least in her own mind, as she wasn't the best of swimmers.

Pulling at the last dredges of her agility, Damascus increased her tempo and vaulted after the doe, hoping to cut it off before it entered the river. If it did, she'd be stuck - but maybe her companion would have better luck? Either way the thing was done-for; they would run it down on land, or let it drown itself in the river and drag its body out later.