Blackfeather Woods closing a goddamn door

she flees wildly, blindly, through the darkened wood, tripping and stumbling once, twice. she bursts quite suddenly into a clearing, and is brought to a halt by the sudden red. she blinks, recognising the giant pool of blood to be, in truth, roses...scores upon scores of roses. she moves, leaping forward, and lands on the fringes of the patch. she is fluid as she weaves, leaps- until she lands ungracefully upon a writhing clump of thorns. she yips in shock and pain, two of her paws besieged by the thorns. she stumbled forward, but the pain in her paws as the thorns work their way deeper is too great. she collapses, writhing beneath a thick tangle and hoping to remain unseen.