Lake Rodney strung in my web

Alivia limped to the lakeshore with no small amount of relief, glad to leave the Bramblepoint thicket behind her. It felt like she'd been wandering in there for weeks. It would be a long time before she would again willingly sleep in a place where she couldn't see the sky. 

She dipped her stinging forepaw into the shallows and flexed her toes, watching the crusted blood loosen and swirl in the waters, slowly snaking away to dissipate.