Blackfoot Forest just get no blood on the dope

Located at the Blue Springs Cave area.

Autumn was hasty in her homecoming. The conifers seemed unhurried in changing of the flags of their leaves due to the weather being significantly warmer a couple of weeks back. Summer attempted to get one last heatwave in before coming to its expiration for this cycle. Quick to claim her place in the equinox, Autumn’s crisp temperatures were refreshing and invigorating. With the sun setting in the west, the Blackfoot Forest grew considerably darker than the lands around it. The shadow of the mountain range aided in this. The travel-worn Mackenzie scrambled down the mountain toward the cover of the forest. The turf was particularly jagged and with paws already tender from roaming, the lone female decided to find a semi-extended temporary refuge here.  
 
She had no choice but to as clambering down the mountain led to a chipped nail in a forepaw.
 
Wincing at the inconvenience (more so annoyance) of the broken nail, she did well to travel far enough to put distance between her and her potential stalkers, but this was a fallacy she would harshly criticize herself over in such times. Streaks of her blood were left on the rocks she scrambled down. Seeing as how the nail fracture discharged a considerable amount, Zsuzsa had to set up an encampment for the night to lick her nail and rest the paw. A small opening hidden amongst the trees surrounded by moss-covered boulders caught her eye. Could have been the den of a cougar but there was no immediate scent left behind. This would be satisfactory, as she sat down outside the mouth of the cave although she blended in near perfect with the darkness looming inside. She would explore the interior soon enough, but time for a rest.
 
The equinox encouraged to give thanks for life’s bountiful harvest, although Zsuzsa couldn’t necessarily agree with that in her situation. The seasons were often cheerful, marking the passage of time and mirroring the seasons of one’s life. With that came acknowledgment of self, and what could Zsuzsa really say? She was alone. In some cases, life was better off that way. The only suspense was a broken nail and it was the only which pained Zsuzsa more than broken relationships.