[xtremelady]

My thoughts I had whilst reading, other than I absolutely adore your writing style;

Swift and sure was her course through the forest, her path seemingly laid out before her. She never ran in a straight line, because you can't run a straight line in the forest, and that's where she spent most of her time. She knew every brook and molehill for miles around, and was known by all that lived in those miles around, known and loved.

I would have liked more description here; some of this seemed repetitive and not flourished with your normal descriptive flare. I would liked to have known the girls age too.

It's majesty was spoiled by the sight of craven looters streaming through the barn and pounding at the door of the main house.

What were her thoughts on seeing them - her impressions and instinct towards the situation.

From there you seem to gain your flawless momentum and the following flows real nice; other then these few random thoughts, great beginning to what appears to be an interesting story.