Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

Her body clutches over roiling limbs, lungs searing, tongue flailing, and pushes herself faster, faster! The boy keeps pace in a vigorous chant of pants, quick like her.

She leads him across the meadow and around shady groves with seemingly no port of call other than a maw-full of wind.

Then she draws scent, and for a beat her gallop breaks.