Blackfoot Forest give me the souls and the flocks that you wish

love conquers all!

she had survived, by some miracle, but it was the night that greeted her as she crossed near the threshold of a pack - not the day. so weary was she that hosannah did not pay heed to the markers, and simply strode across them. there was no bravado in her passing, no confidence that seized her spirit, but a forlorn dragging of her paws. as soon as she found a patch of brambles which matched her size - minus her tail of course, which had been severed days ago - she collapsed in to it. and when she woke, the daylight bloomed around her. it beckoned from beyond the treetops, and all she could do was wearily squint heavenward, where she knew her lord was waiting.