Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

Although Persia was yet young and had, until now, been under the thumb of various strong personalities, he still possessed the very Morningside trait of thinking he knew best, and that things would go much more smoothly if people would just do as he said. So he was pleased to be handed the lead by Widow, and just a little bit smug to have someone with a year or more on him agreeing to follow his lead.

Not that she made it easy to take pride in such a thing. He suspected a bunny rabbit could've led her along if it promised her a meal — but he would gladly pretend otherwise for a little while.

Persia led the way, high-stepping through the brush to keep from making too much noise. Only when he could smell the fresh life-musk of a young doe did he pause, lowering himself into the brush. He might normally have passed this one up to find easier prey, but now didn't seem like the time to be picky.

"Well — let's boogie," he said, nodding obliquely to indicate the direct she should go. "We can try to get the jump on her — but if she bolts, lemme slow her down, alright?

He went around the other way, tracking Widow's position until she disappeared into the brush. It was a little longer before he finally laid eyes on the doe, who was young and healthy, but still small enough he felt reasonably capable of bringing her down — with a little help, of course. He gave a short bark of warning to signal Widow as he lurched out of hiding and launched himself at the doe's side. He hit her just as she began to run, knocking her off course as he clung with his teeth and his claws to her shoulder.

"Fuck — get her, Widow!" he hollered, but of course, it might be hard to understand him while his mouth was full of fur and flesh.

Please forgive me for this moron; he is a very unreliable narrator. All of my characters are but this one especially.