Morningside Cuesta [m] vieja

The snap of her teeth was met unflinching. She struck against the jaguar's snout and sliced it before she turned to flee. 

There was a swipe of pink as his tongue lashed across the mark she had made in his nose. Juárez watched her for a moment to gauge her speed and her stamina. Adrenaline would carry her a good distance. Fear would increase it. But when it wore away, he had witnessed the way she had tumbled against the earth in pursuit of the stag. A hunter trying to find their strength again. It would be easy to strip it from her. 

Juárez pursued. He loved when they ran.