Morningside Cuesta morning glory

in a last attempt to lose its pursuer, the hare leapt again. lestan followed suit, and the two rolled over and over in a spasm of torn grass.
soil flinging from his coat, long body scrabbling in his mouth, lestan bit hard.
carrying the hare toward his packmate, he set it down to pant. "wh-what br-brings y-you th-this way?" the mayfair asked, though his eyes proclaimed brightly his pleasure at seeing the snowy man once more.