Fox's Glade something in the way

Home wasn't the same without Bjarna.
The woman wandered; she had visited every place that had been precious to her at one time or another, seeking something familiar and fleeting, and found herself going farther each day. She would not let herself be drawn too far — not again, not ever, she vowed to herself.
However, there was something tempting about the woods.
Sanja's body would soon shed the last of its desire; the heat that had driven her so far for so long. It was weak enough that she did not detect it upon herself, but there was still something need-based to the way she prowled the woods, and alerted to every sound.
She crooned a note, hoping to see her daughter — but knowing Bjarna had gone on her own adventure, and that it was futile to call for her, or anyone.