Lost Creek Hollow How to smile behind a frown?

It was still very unfamiliar, even with the familiar scents of others now also occupying the territory.  Occasionally there were things that suddenly were a bright light of familiarity, but they were little things like the chance crossing of a packmate's scent with that of a rabbit, or a particular collection of members that had marked a particular chunk of the borders.  Right now, the thing that struck her was the former.  She'd been trying to locate the hare's burrow until that weird flash of memory knocked her out of focus.  Her next step wasn't as focused, and she stepped on a rather crunchy pile of leaves.

In response, maybe a dozen yards in the distance she could hear something else kick off in the foliage, running away from her.  Dammit.  She growled beneath her breath in the general direction the hare had likely been.  Just that little lapse and she'd lost a chance at food, so now she was just left with the initial thought of finding the burrow.  All pretenses of stealth were dropped, and she wandered forward, nose sweeping the ground.  It didn't take her very long to find the entry to the burrow, but standing there staring at an empty hole wouldn't fill her stomach.