Cedar Sweep If it's true

Spring had begun to give the world back its bit of lustre, but it had done no such thing for Oryx yet, who had weathered the winter with mild success, though she survived only as well as any lone wolf might. She fed on scavenged food or small prey, and spent most nights sleeping somewhere that was little more than a wolf-sized indent in a snowbank or a tree well. Given her skills as a medic she had been able to treat any wounds she got along the way, whether it was the mild sprain of her ankle she'd gotten while chasing a jackrabbit, or the variety of scrapes and scratches she got. The usual wear-and-tear of life. 

But she fretted and fussed when she caught what she thought was a very familiar scent. And while the memory of living in Easthollow made her panic, she held a great deal of fondness for the pale, scar-faced woman who had been through so much. But why would her scent have come this far South? Oryx had thought that she might be safe, hunting in the Cedar Sweep both for food and for willow bark, without having to cross paths with any wolf who had known her. But now, she was not so sure. Part of her wanted to follow the female's trail to see where it led- but she felt certain that Arlette would likely still be amongst her family- and given the fact that the Oryx had fled when they had been attacked...She doubted very much that they would ever want to see her again.