Morningside Cuesta summer flame

It was the worst thing that could've happened. First the deer bolted; then Sunspot, injured though she might've been, charged after it. Damascus followed without hesitation, at least initially. When the doe went for the river and Sunspot caught up enough to grapple with one leg, Damascus hung back on the bank. She only paused for a heartbeat - a tense moment where she weighed her fear of the water against her need and hunger, and the strength of her ego - and then dove after the creature. She collided with the doe's haunch and in her haste, powered by momentary indecision and the anxiety brought upon her by the dampening of her limbs, Damascus bit down hard and held firm.