Blackfoot Forest Poisonous blood runs in my veins

if he followed slowly, she did not know it. mona lunged at near breakneck speed between the stands of trees, leaping obstacles that cluttered her path. once she struck her small paw against the unyielding solidity of a broken branch and bit her lip as she came down into a limp; the girl pressed onward all the same, for soon she would be quit of this forest. light loomed brighter just ahead.