Gracefully she walked over to some juicy blur berries that were hanging there, just beckoning to her. Juices sensually flowed down her throat blending in with the calmness of the forest.Snap! She sensed a human approaching. It was hunting season, therefore hunters were usually in the season. Remembering this, she started to run. The trees and flowers seemed to make one big rainbow blur, as she rushed past them. More and more hunters kept appearing behind her. The hunters were tall and fierce with guns and arrows, with their black, golden, spotted bloodhound dogs along their side, barking fiercely and savagely at the deer racing before them. The hunted creature ran through the thick forest and screamed as the thorns cut into its flesh. The scent of blood filled the forest causing the dogs to move faster towards their prey. Hot fresh blood streamed from its cuts down its side, sinking into its brown shiny fur. Faster and faster it ran, trying to lose the hunters behind but faster and faster the hunters ran. Deeper into the forest she ran missing thorny trees and shrubs. The colors of the trees got darker and unclear. As the hunters approached, they aimed right at the deer running in front of them; gently one of the hunters pulled back on the trigger of his black and sliver Bushmaster Predator Rifle. There was a thud as the deer fell to the ground up ahead. Shakily, she got up as blood poured from her side, Off she galloped not wanting to give up. Seeing this, the hunters stopped to notice her determination and with this, they let the deer go on her short but merry way. Reaching a river, she stopped and drank some water. As quickly as her blood fell on the ground, the heat of the blazing sun dried it up leaving only a dark, red spot in the dried cracked dirt. As more and more blood poured from her wound, flies, maggots, and worms started to invade it. Slowly she got up and made her way West to her family, hoping to see them one last time because she knew her time was short. Two (2) miles West, she saw her home, as the last few milligrams of blood left her body poured out, she went to see her son and daughter. Seeing them for the last time, a smile appeared on her face as she ran to them. As the last ounce of blood fell from her body, she whispered to her children, "be strong my children because I will be watching over you. I love you both." Just as quickly as she said this, she fell on the hard cracked ground with a heavy thud, her fur sticky caked with blood. Cuddling beside their dead mother's stained, dehydrated and infected body, her children cried at the sight o her but remembering what she had said to them, they took courage and looked up to the sky, knowing their mother will always be watching over them.