Morningside Cuesta summer flame

She couldn't adjust in time to be of real use. The deer did bleed, and scream, and soon enough it was torn asunder by Sunspot, who took to hollering triumphantly. When the creature's body went limp Damascus released her grip, finding a way towards Sunspot while leering with suspicion towards the water. As soon as she was on dry land again she step-flicked her paws in the manner of a cat - unaccustomed to the wetness and disliking it greatly. What Sunspot said - about others - held Damascus' attention.

And, not being a creature prone to introspection, she asked outright: How many others? And loped after the golden girl at a precautionary speed, enjoying the company (and still quite riled with adrenaline) but wary of this potential pack.