Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

persia was quick — and loud. he flushed the doe; they came rattling toward heda in a charge that almost struck all nerve from her.
his swearing made her wince, as it was almost the same word that —
instinct swept over the young widow, and she was biting for the jugular, for the flesh high on the throat, anything she could grab. hot blood filled her mouth, dripped between her teeth; it was the taste of life and she wrenched her head to and fro, claws digging into the earth as the doe's harried dash went on.
weakness and hunger vied inside her; desperation and the want to give up. heda shut her eyes and continued the sawing of her jaws, the shove of her body against the hard muscles of the panicked animal.