Firefly Glen Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green

"You're dumber than a rock," Raven muttered meanly to herself, casting her eyes about in the gloom. She had ventured into Bramblepoint—right next door to the caldera, she mentally hissed—earlier in the day to see if there was anything worthwhile to gather, despite the prior frost. She hadn't found anything and when she had emerged at the tree line and found herself gazing over a lake, she had mistaken it for Lake Rodney and begun roaming around its shore to head home, only to quickly realize the caldera was nowhere in sight.

Now she stood here stupidly, wondering how she had ever mistook this much smaller lake for Lake Rodney and feeling incredibly uncertain about which direction to turn. She was completely turned around now with no hope of guessing the right direction to go. For several beats, she stood there wringing her hands (figuratively speaking) before she clicked her tongue, rolled her eyes at herself and lifted her muzzle to howl to her pack mates in the hopes their voices could guide her home.

For reference, she's meant to be standing by Big Salmon Lake. :)