Morningside Cuesta summer flame

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It was easy, after that. She and the stranger were a match enough for the bleeding doe. Sunspot bit again - here, there - and pulled and snapped and worried at heels. Soon enough, they'd separated her from the river, and though the Huntress has hoped to down the doe on her side of the bank, at least there would be food at all.

The doe could no longer run for long. Now she was turned toward them, a steely glint in her eyes, daring them to come closer and finish her off.

"She'll fall on her own," panted the creamy woman, pressing her belly to the ground several dozen yards away from the weak but challenging doe. "We tore her up enough for it." She turned to look at her companion, relief and curiousity writ across her face. "I'm Sunspot, by the way. Thanks for jumping in."