Golden Glade I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

There was nothing else to do, but keep walking. She had always been prone to losing her way - easily distracted and no sense of direction were not a fortunate combination - but she had well and truly done herself in this time. Her pack moved toward their winter hunting grounds, their youth in tow, and she had broken off to chase a particularly delicious looking hare. But instead of immediately disappearing into its warren, it had led her deep into a wood before vanishing from all her senses.

Not even Acorn would attempt to track her down and shepherd her back to the group this time; they needed to keep moving, and could not afford to lose another. The safety of the pack's children and future depended on it. Duckie was well and truly alone. There were no familiar scents to guide her, for her own led in confusing twists and circles.

She knew they had been heading south, and so she kept moving in what she thought was that direction - west.