Blackfeather Woods haven't you people ever heard of

there was something about danger. 
she had felt it when the had run from her captor with wild frenzy, then she had met the bear in her time alone. it was a pounding of her heart, a feeling that she could feel every vein and artery within her body. it was a quickness of mind and a moment of heartbeat decisions, something that elevated her. 

perhaps the love for that feeling was what had her pacing along the borders, the most fearsome she had yet to see. marked with blood and bone and reeking of urine and decay, they were surely unorthodox. and she paced them now, feeling the familiar pulse rising and the feel of blood moving through her body. 

and then, she decided to test that. she moved closer, until she pranced upon the line, at times moving past it before prancing back with bated breath. the coyote had become jaded with a long time of evading danger, and perhaps now her luck would falter.