Deepwood Weald Let these bones be the giver

Flicker had kept wandering, finding nothing at the Springs. The scent drove her away, off west. Maybe she would find one of those asshole Moonspear dogs and get some answers. She wouldn't put it past them to do something to the girl.

The woman decided to pass through trees, quickly moving away from where it stunk of cougar, not wanting to run into the creature.
Her frame was losing form, she had to admit. She scavenged often, finding frozen bodies under the snow. Hard to eat, but she made it work. 
The youth in Blackfeather...they had enough food for now. She made sure she got them everything she could catch and spare, hoping that the Dark Master would too do the same.
She couldn't stay stuck in the past.

She came across a border, freshly made. She put her head down, inquisitive. It held a slight hint of Maegi, very faint. Her head lifted, scanning the treeline and expecting to see her form to come through. She let a soft sigh loose when she didn't.
Flicker stood at the border, contemplating for a short time. Should she call? For a leader or Maegi?
The scent was too faint for her to bee here recently or here at all...her family.
Could it be har bloodline that was here? Why were they not at Blackfeather?
A stoic expression settled on the woman's face, glaring into the tree line as if they'd done something wrong.