Ravensblood Forest salt grasping

stress; stretching thin.
chani found herself in the darkness of that bleeding forest, and as if rebirth too came for her, she ripped beyond hanging branches and low-fallen logs.
a scratch set her left face to bloody, but sunlight pierced through the trees.
and chani ran, ran with a fierce hitch in her side, ran with an aching chest and burning throat, with limbs on fire and breath poised to shout, to shout;