Seaside Moors burnt the fire of thine eyes?

Hearing from @Fennec and @Penn lifted Sugar's spirits considerably, though it did nothing to thwart the itch in her paws. Not long after they passed through the area, she disembarked from the Frosthawks' claim herself. She headed west at first, then began trundling north, and somewhere along the way, she decided she should drop by and check on @Raleska, "Elwood" and "Finley."

It rained all morning, so Sugar sheltered in Shadewood. When it began to taper by midday, she decided to make her approach. The air was cool and damp, a strong crosswind buffeting her as she walked toward Rusalka's borders. Sugar carried a small rabbit in her jaws, a gift for her patients of yore, and set it at her feet as she paused beside the windswept moors.

Title from "The Tyger" by William Blake.