the blood in the snow beneath her mothers head seemed to blur before her eyes and before she knew it she was standing at the edge of her forest again , watching the bloody sunrise , blood on her paws and in her eyes and burning a red hole in the fields where it had been shedred yew berries tumbled from a dark tree in a shining river , a poison river , and she was racing across the dark fields through the screaming wind , tearing out the throat of the wolves who had killed sundew , and again blood spread crimson and warm over the groundshe shut her eyes .