Neverwinter Forest run, rabbit, run

The woman strayed from the woods, preferring to hunt away from the eldritch pack, knowing that if she hunted within their confines it would leave her open to the discretion of the other pack members. She meant it when she spoke of her pledging, a pawn in whatever games they wished to play. 
But she wasn't to be used like nothing, being useful was what she wanted -- not expendable.

She prowled within this adjacent forest, eyes watching for an inkling of prey. Big or small, she didn't care. She'd give a go at anything. There were hints of deer here and there, the discarded scent of some of the pack lingered here too. She doubted she could take a deer herself, that was if she could find them.
The lack of snow made it harder in some ways, no obvious tracks to follow. But there was droppings, tufts of fur. Her ice-flecked gaze stopped dead on a pale form between the trees.
The ghost stood bristled, intriguing the woman. 
She inhaled the air deeply as her steps started to carry her towards the other, her form becoming more apparent.
The mangled foot, the torn face, bi-toned eyes.
Maegi.

Flicker stopped a few paces from the younger woman -- clearly no longer a girl. She'd grown. Seemed older in a way. The world must've been harsh on her whilst she'd been away. Otherwise, didn't seem too worse for ware. 
"Maegi," the cream woman started, dipping her head. Where would she start?
Relmyna? Blackfeather Woods? Moonspear, even? But that didn't hold as much importance.
"Where's you been, eh?" She asked, her voice was different. The old Flicker. The southern carelessness edging her.
She grinned, a soft feeling of joy radiating through her. Either from her friend's return or herself.
Was it a victory, or a curse?