Fox's Glade mellon collie and the infinite sadness

The rabbit sprints into view only moments before the woman comes leaping after it, finishing the kill quickly. The scent of blood overwhelms her for a moment; it has been far too long since her last meal. But she is no thief, so she resists the urging of deep-rooted instincts to stride forward and take what she wants. Instead, she approaches casually, noting belatedly the scent of Easthollow clinging to the stranger. Her jaw tightens, but she greets the pale wolf politely. Good catch, She tells her, struggling to keep a note of longing from entering her tone. You're from Easthollow?