Blackfoot Forest every year is getting shorter

Daylight had never tasted so sweet.  It'd been only weeks since her capture, but it felt like years since she'd seen the sunlight in full.  The moment she escaped from beneath the tunnels, her quaking legs threatened to collapse as she drew her nose to the sky.  

It wasn't home, but god, it tasted sweeter than anything else.  She turned to look at Kalganov, at Mou — but wait, where was he?  The sweetness of the sunlight was forgotten as her blood ran cold.  Her eyes flickered between Maegi and Kalganov, and she prayed that if Maegi stayed true to her promise that Kalganov would protect her.

(Fat chance).